who would steal on sunday?
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who'd made them believe make-believe?
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who'd buy a prayer when you can pray for free?
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if the way you held your coffee was the way you looked at me,
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then i could take both my hands off the tv.
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i've been sleeping on half of my bed lately,
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and thinking about what you said to me,
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"you're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning.
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lisa, won't you listen?
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The moon shines for you.
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you're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning."
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a sweet man will sing a seafaring song,
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and a dear, strong woman coos gently along.
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good guys at the cozy are servin' folks for free.
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did you ever notice there are so many people in bands in the city?
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i've been sleeping on half of my bed lately,
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and thinking about what you said to me,
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"you're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning."
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i will not judge you by the way you play your instrument.
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no, that's true as fiction, sometimes i do,
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but the moon shines halfway sometimes too.
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lisa, won't you listen?
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the moon shines for you:
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you're tipsy and turning, you've got one foot on the floor.
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you're alive, you are burning.
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you always wanted more.
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Lisa Listen
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| Lisa Loeb |
