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You've cut out your dancing' |
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And you never see a show |
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Friends drop by to pick you up |
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And you hardly ever go |
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It seems your head in in the clouds above |
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You've got the ways of a woman in love |
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I walk by your house at night |
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In the hopes that |
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I might see |
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The guy who's got you in a spin |
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I wish that guy was me |
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I don't know why it's you |
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I'm dreamin' of |
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You've got the ways of a woman in love |
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Many is the night |
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I've stayed awake and cried |
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Now you'll never know how much |
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You've hurt my foolish pride |
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I recall your kisses |
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The times |
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I held you tight |
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Now when I come to see you |
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You're sittin' in the light |
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Missing all the things that we dreamed of |
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You've got the ways of a woman in love |
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Many is the night |
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I've stayed awake and cried |
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Now you'll never know how much |
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You've hurt my foolish pride |
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I recall your kisses |
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The times |
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I held you tight |
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Now when I come to see you |
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You're sittin' in the light |
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Missing all the things that we dreamed of |
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You've got the ways of a woman in love |
