I'm going on a date tonight
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To try to fall out of love with you
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I know, I know this is a crime
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But I don't know what else to do
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My love, you're in a magazine
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My love, you're doing fine, you're on TV
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You pull my heart out and then you run away
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From Chicago to Cleveland you leave me pain
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You leave me pain
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When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
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I would trade my mother to hear you sing
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When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
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I would trade my mother
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On the bus radio, "Fifty ways to leave your lover alone"
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I laughed at the irony
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But life is stupid, the irony all lost on me
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It got lost on me
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When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
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I would trade my mother to hear you sing
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When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
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I would trade my mother
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You challenged me to write a love song
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Here it is, I think I got it wrong
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I focused on the negative
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The pain was too much to write and sing
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Oh, it was not a nice incentive
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When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
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I would trade my mother to hear you sing
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When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
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I would trade my mother to hear you sing
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When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
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I would trade my mother to hear you sing
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When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
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I would trade my mother
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But she don't know just how far I'd go
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Would I walk for a hundred miles
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for a glimpse of your northern smile?
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The Sweetest Thing
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| Camera Obscura |
