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All of a sudden now you're back again |
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I thought you were happy with whoever |
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Or did you dream about me now and then |
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Did you look up at the stars and feel something for the constellations |
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All those lovers circling round their loves |
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Slings and arrows, dogs and lions |
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Rivers separating touch from touch |
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The comedy of distance, the tragedy of separation |
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Am I making all the right moves |
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Am I singing you the right blues |
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Is there a chance that I could call you |
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Just to see how you are doing? |
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I said how is it that you come back to me? |
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You don't need the stories of my scars |
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Or in the stars to tell you nothing's free |
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I traded all the innocence I ever had for hesitation |
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I said won't you tell me where you been? |
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You put a finger to my lips |
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And then you kissed me once and once again |
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The crickets all leapt up and met the moon with a standing ovation |
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Am I making all the right moves |
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Am I singing you the right blues |
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Is there a chance that I could call you |
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Just to see how you are doing? |
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I heard the night birds picking up the song |
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You threw your hair back and sang along |
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And I realized that I might lose you, you might lose me |
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Drift apart in the night and never know why and not know how |
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I said what if we are like the Northern sky? |
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What if there are things that come between us |
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That we can't take back and we can't make right? |
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You said, |
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"I don't know darlin' but I'm here with you. |
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And we're coming to the chorus now!" |
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Am I making all the right moves |
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Am I singing you the right blues |
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Is there a chance that I could call you |
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Just to see how you are doing? |
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Am I making all the right moves |
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Am I singing you the right blues |
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Is there a chance that I could call you |
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Just to see how you are doing? |