In order for you to play with this record...
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we must tune your guitar to ours.
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We will start with the first string...
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We would drag ourselves to bed.
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As sleep took everything I had!
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I kept it up till i knew you would call.
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You made me feel like a criminal!
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And then there's you,
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you kept a smile
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Though I would always walk the wire.
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You gave it all...
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I gave you reason to have doubt.
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I had to get, out of there.
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I took the stairs.
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'Cause I don't wanna fight with you if I can't be the one to have you.
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You sat that chair, like a queen, in the kitchen!
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I memorized lines your eyes made at every squint you shot my way.
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We would drag ourselves to bed.
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As sleep took everything I had.
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I kept it up till i knew you would call.
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You made me feel like a criminal.
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And then there's you,
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you kept a smile,
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though I would always walk the wire.
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But you're miserable... and I'm useless,
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always making up excuses.
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I made you cry... too many times.
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So I'm hanging up that line.
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I'm throwing rocks at your floor.
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I'm knocking down your front door.
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I'm desperate tonight and I just wanna fight.
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It's my confusion (that) lets me act so cold.
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So now I'll go, go, go.
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And you wanna be just left alone, put down that phone.
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but if you want me just call out "hey boy!"
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Turnpike Gates
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| Lifetime |
