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Sweet Miranda brings me the wine |
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We have had our fill |
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Of almost everything |
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Turning thistledown laughter |
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I would take her blue cue too late |
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I would say the words |
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Almost anything |
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Just to catch what she's after |
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But you don't believe that |
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I'm a partner in this game |
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How can you believe that |
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I'm the innocent one? |
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When the bough broke and in pieces we feel |
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We would scream and shout |
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Almost anything |
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But the point is we fell, dear |
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There will be no more wishlessness |
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There will be some doubt |
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No new day without |
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Best that we say farewall, dear |
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But you don't believe that |
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I'm a party to the pain |
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How can you believe that |
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I'm the innocent one? |
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Well, I saw this girl crying |
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Behind the wheel of a car |
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She had balloons in the back seat |
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The front door ajar |
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She never moved |
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So I just wispered goodbye |
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She reminded me of you when you cry |
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And I didn't mean to make you cry |
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Sweet Miranda brings me the wine |
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We have had our fill |
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Of almost everything |
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Turning thistledown laughter |
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I would take her blue cue too late |
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I would say the words |
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Almost anything |
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Just to catch what she's after |
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But you don't believe that |
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I'm a partner in this game |
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How can you believe that |
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I'm the innocent one? |
