No joke
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She says I'll leave you
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I'd never think to treat you
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Like this I can't believe it
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I'll give you 3 more chances then I'm gone for good
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She is reaching outer limits with him
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He treads thin ice
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So damn thin that he can sense the water at his feet
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At the start he was a prince who brought gifts
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Wrapped and well thought
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His lips needed no words kisses told her everything
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She's wearing his favorite shirt she owns
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Yet still she knows
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No joke
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She says I'll leave you
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I'd never think to treat you
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Like this I can't believe it
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I'll give you 3 more chances then I'm gone for good
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He swears
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He's really worth it
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Can't come to show it
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This routine is over as he says to her
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It hits her like a ton of bricks
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Another weekend in the transit station eyes glue to hands
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Of the rushing clocks won't wait for just anyone
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She awaits the R2 patiently with gifts
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Clinched under arms
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For her lover that she misses oh so much right now
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He's wearing her favorite shirt he owns
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Yet still she cries (he forgets it)
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Friday train rides
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Sitting next to
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Suit and ties to work
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Six long hours
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Cramped and crowded
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Her regrets can't
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Quite be counted
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On both of her hands
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But count on her goodbyes
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Amtrak Is For Lovers
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| Houston Calls |
