As I sit staring into this liquid amber, ripples move out to the edge of the glass.
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Is that really your reflection in there?
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I just want to jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time!
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Oh, alright
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Hit it boys
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My initials sprayed across a pavement
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Cut into your private interview
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Talk to me now, step into my room
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We'll have a word or two
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If I ever had a million dollars
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And if I didn't give it all to you
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Would you lose interest?
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Show me indifference?
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Foot in another shoe?
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Not very high heels
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Not wearing sneakers too
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A magazine ad, a printed canvas
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A basic new shade blue suede shoe
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Thought I'd like to have a little party
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Thought I'd like to have a little do
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Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment
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Honey, here's looking at you
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I'll stop my drinking, give you my promise true
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Clean out the closet, be existential
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And cast a vote for the president too
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But for the action of the moment
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Nothing does what it ought to do
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Instant depression, I learned my lesson
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Nothing that I'd rather do
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Come on over my place
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Can't see him sideways
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Honey, here's looking at you
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Oh
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Here's Looking At You
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| Blondie |
