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Kicking Distance
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Well there's wine on the page
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And my heart's enraged
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And I must call the cops on myself
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And my bony hands
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Probe the bed for your body
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But I'm left once again on the shelf
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Well I tried to be patient
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And I tried to be cool
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And I took acting classes
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But I wound up a fool
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Your belongings are outside the door
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Hanging up in a stocking
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'Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
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Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart
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Well I am within kicking distance of your heart
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And I must warn others
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Others from you
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Others from you
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Others from you
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What started so simple
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Has turned into a pimple
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Unsightly and sore to the touch
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The peace in my mind
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Has been so hard to come by
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And you become more of a crutch
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You're prolific in bed
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And you're always so cool
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But I'm like Brian Jones
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Left to sleep in the pool
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Only to be discovered by some dirty
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Construction workers
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'Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
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Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart
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Well I am within kicking distance of your heart
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And I must warn others
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Others from you
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Others from you
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Others from you
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Well the wine is all spilt
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In the house that we built
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And the cops never come when I call
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Well your prodigal son
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Has gone south for awhile
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And maybe I'll see you next fall
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You're annoying and comforting
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All in the same
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Well what once was so precious
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Has now become lame
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The coyotes are outside your door
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And they're serving your papers
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'Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
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Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart
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Well I am within kicking distance of your heart
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And I must warn others
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Others from you
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Others from you
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Others from you
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Kicking Distance
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| Steve Poltz |
