Now you know
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That I stood outside your window
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Just a little too long.
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What you're gonna do
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When the hours pass away
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And you know that I'm gone.
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Well, it may be a week,
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It may be a day,
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I'm six blocks over
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And I don't know what to say to you.
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Jokin' 'bout your mama
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Went a little too far.
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But you caught me
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Out with the others
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Till the early dawn.
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There may be a time
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If we played it right
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I'm six blocks over
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And you wanna spend a night with me.
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Now the hours and the minutes
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Just fly away.
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You win some and you lose some,
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You gotta get it right
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Or I'll be saying
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Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye.
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Thinkin' back to
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The way you're holdin' me down,
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I'd be better off dead.
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Now you know
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That the time is running out
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Of the things we said.
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Well, it may be a week,
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It may be a day,
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I'm six blocks over
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And I don't know what to say to you.
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Now the hours and the minutes
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Just fly away.
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You win some and you lose some,
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You gotta get it right
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Or I'll be saying
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Bye bye bye bye...
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Win Some, Lose Some
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| Bryan Adams |
