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Today I'm sinkin' lower than the sun does on a Sunday |
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And I look around |
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But you're nowhere and I don't know |
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If I can pick up, because when I wake up |
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You're still gone |
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And all the water in you is putting out the fire in me |
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And all the miles have no sympathy |
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Then tomorrow comes, and you're knocking at my door |
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And I forget it all |
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I forget that I spend every night thinkin' of your hands |
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Trying to make myself understand that I, |
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I will love you anyway |
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Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway |
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Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway |
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Today, I'm sinking lower than the sun does on a Sunday |
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And I look around |
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But you're nowhere, and I don't know |
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If I can pick up, because when I wake up |
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You're still gone |
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Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway |
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(Gone) |
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Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway |
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(Gone) |
