He usually brings the car around and parks it outside our house
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And he talks to me of loneliness and the feeling's all 'round
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So he takes out all these women but he doesn't feel a thing
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And he thinks there's something missing or there's something wrong with him
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'Cause he reels them in and he reels them out again
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All these old mistakes, they catch us up
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The same old patterns form again
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Till every day feels the same
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I usually bring the car out front and she gathers up and finds her things
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While he can't see where his friends stop and his lovers begin
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He says 'I cannot be around you because god knows it hurts
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But I cannot be without you 'cause it's much, much worse'
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Things Between People
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| Holly Throsby |
