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You said that you were getting cigarettes |
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Its been a week and you're not back yet |
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Your ashtray sits, empty, unused |
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I sit waitin', empty, confused |
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What could |
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I have done |
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To make you feel this way? |
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What could |
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I have said |
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To make you walk away? |
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If only I could know, |
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If only I could see |
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But you're not ever comin' back to me |
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You said I was the only man for you |
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But now it seems you've got another view |
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And is it someone else, or was it me? |
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Who is it with whom you'd rather be? |
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What could |
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I have done |
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To make you feel this way? |
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What could |
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I have said |
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To make you walk away? |
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If only I could know, |
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If only I could see |
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But you're not ever comin' back to me |
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I go to bed at night and dream of you |
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But in my dreams you're not just one, but two |
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And arm in arm you walk the beach |
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Just far enough to be out of reach |
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What could |
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I have done |
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To make you feel this way? |
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What could |
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I have said |
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To make you walk away? |
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If only I could know, |
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If only I could see |
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But you're not ever comin' back to me |