Well the lights go off
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And the curtains go down
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Like an old romance
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Without any sound
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You don't get the story but the heartache still comes through
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And right or wrong
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It never comes up it seems
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It's just taken for granted by the girl of your dreams
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And I guess I was taken for granted too
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Spent my last six dollars on a bottle of whiskey
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Drove out passed your place but that was just wishful thinking
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You were there
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You had somebody new
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And I sat and I watched the sun set on the hill
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Funny how you're sure the time's standing still
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While the world keeps moving around and around on you
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And you must have heard
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The sound of the truck
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Cause the lights went back down
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And I saw you get up
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But I drove away
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Tell me what else was I to do
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And I wish we all had just a tiny compartment
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A little black box where we could put our heartaches
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'Cause I'd lock mine in and I'd give the key to you
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Spent my last six dollars on a bottle of whiskey
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Drove out past your place but that was just wishful thinking
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You were there
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You had somebody new
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And I sat and I watched the sun set on the hill
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Funny how you're sure the time's standing still
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While the world keeps moving around and around on you
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Spent my last six dollars on a bottle of whiskey
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Drove out past your place but that was just wishful thinking
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You were there
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You had somebody new
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And I sat and I watched the sun set on the hill
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Funny how your'e sure the time's standing still
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While the world keeps moving around and around on you
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And the lights go off
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And the curtain goes down
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Like an old romance
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Without any sound
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You don't get the story
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But the heartache still comes through
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Last Six Dollars
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
