you been driving through the rain for a decade
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haunted by your mothers expectations
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I been dads ghost I've been talking in my sleep for a
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century
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we were the perfect match we brunt like firecrackers
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in the night
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we stood together separate lies guided only by the lights
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guided only by the real thrills but baby
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here comes the big hurt here come my body
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here comes my body it's a twentieth century habit
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when I got to you my heart broke in two doomed by nature
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we both knew how the saga would end
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but no tears no weary eyes no shoulders high
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cause after all we been sliding for so long
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but baby here comes the big here comes my body
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here come my body it's a twenieth century habit
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when I got to you my heart broke in two
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Big Hurt
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