Pick up the phone I know you're there
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It's almost closing time
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& we can toss down one more shot
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before last call
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are you ok?
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I swear to God
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I gotta get out of this house
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I miss the days when I'd just
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not come home at all..
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so, don't you cry, it'll give you lines
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around your eyes
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you gotta try not to live so much of
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life alone.
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& if I see you getting crazy by the bottom of the bottle
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take me home, take me home, I'll take
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you home
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remember when we used to stumble
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down the boulevard
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from bar to bar until we couldn't stagger straight
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it seemed like we would live forever,
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life was not this hard
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no we felt nothing much at all but it felt
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great
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so, don't you cry it'll give you lines
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around your eyes
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you gotta try not to live so much of
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life alone
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& if I see you getting crazy by the bottom of the bottle,
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take you home, I'll take you home, I'll
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take you home.
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Things get better everyday you stay alive
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then I'm amazed
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every day
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that the sun decides to rise
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every minute, every hour, is another
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chance to change
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life is beautiful & terrible & strange.
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so don't you cry, it'll give you lines around
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your eyes
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you gotta try not to live so much of life alone
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& if i see you getting crazy by the bottom
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of the bottle,
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take you home, I'll take you home, I'll take you home.
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now don't you cry, it'll give you lines around
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your eyes
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you gotta try not to live so much of life alone
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& if you see me getting crazy by the bottom of the bottle,
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take me home, take me home, take me home.
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Take Me Home
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| Concrete Blonde |
