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Next to the highway - a noisy place |
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Will anyone ever want me |
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Tiny place next to the highway |
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Could anyone ever want me |
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I don't have a car |
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My job pays poor |
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So much love in my heart |
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Looks as if I may have lost my allure |
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But I've got much love in my heart |
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My appetite for love's voracious |
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Will anyone entertain me |
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It's no wonder my bed seems spacious |
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Could anyone entertain me |
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Is it possible |
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For two of us |
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To have much love in our hearts |
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How it would be |
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Fortuitous |
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To find that much love in a heart |
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The heat of winter's chill on my face |
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Burning that's deep in my chest |
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It's cold and familiar in second place |
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Knowing I've done my best |
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The certain cause for my ambition |
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To dress an unyielding sadness |
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Flirting with an absent addition |
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To simmer away my madness |
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The curb that I climb |
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Is much too steep |
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To carry that heavy a heart |
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I'll stay where I stand |
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And just try to keep |
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Love in that heavy a heart |
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Away from the highway - a quiet place |
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Will I ever find my true love |
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Majestic and far from the highway |
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Could I have had my last love |
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I ride in a plane |
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My job pays high |
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Still so much love in my heart |
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At least I'll be sure of my place in the sky |
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With all this love in my heart |
