I left you a note on the table
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I hope it finds you well
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I hope you don't hurt like you did
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'Cos I'd just blame myself
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And I know it's for me
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That I'm out on these streets
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Bleeding nightly for these people I meet
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But it's you who I long for when I cannot sleep
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It's enough, it could drive me to drink
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And I, I am almost nowhere
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And I'm getting there fast
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And you, you're the hope in my cold stare
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You're the drink in my hand
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And I picked up your broken tears
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You said you weren't busy enough
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I still don't know why you need me in my broken down love
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With each second that ticks your voice rings in my ears
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And the memories flood back from all of our years
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And I tell you "It's ok, there's nothing to fear"
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And I secretly hope I am right
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And I, I am almost nowhere
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And I'm getting there fast
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And you, you're the hope in my cold stare
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You're the drink in my hand
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You're the drink in my hand
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I left you last week and you told me "Go on and follow your dreams"
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I think about that lately
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Still I don't know what it means
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'Cos you're what I dream of when I wake alone
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As I drift away as we talk on the phone
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You're all I want and it's all that I know
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And I still just can't wait to get home
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And I, I am almost nowhere
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And I'm getting there fast
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And you, you're the hope in my cold stare
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You're the drink in my hand
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The Drink in my Hand
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| The Classic Crime |
