A long winter and a red hot summer
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I don't remember very much about that year
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What I recall is a fear of falling in love
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While I was
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I gave everything I had to my lover
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It's no wonder people felt that I disappeared
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And at the end of the day all I had for myself
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Was my own lonesome tears
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But I made her happy
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And did that gladly
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But oh it don't mean a thing
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Yeah all that's over now
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Me and my sister went to Arizona
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Seeing our mom while she was fighting her disease
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And doing what everybody said she needed
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So she could come home
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And it was late in the night when I called you
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One in the morning right outside of a motel
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Just checking in to tell you I was scared
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And that I felt
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You didn't love me
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You said you love me honey
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Oh it don't mean a thing
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Yeah all that's over
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Now when I dream all I see
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Is you being untrue to me
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Telling lies, shaking hands
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Having laughs over and over again
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The punchline of a joke I am
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Oh it don't mean a thing
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Yeah all that's over
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But it don't mean a thing
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Yeah all that's over
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But it don't mean a thing
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Punch Line
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| The Belle Brigade |
