Stepping off the ledge
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She looks at me and says
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Hey Tommy can I spend the night
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And wake up in your eyes
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Of course you can, timidly answered,
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But beware I can't promise much
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Not at this time in my life
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Watching trees change
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Just like your ways
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You're in my arms for the last time
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Pressed together
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My heart's weathered
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Now we will sleep for the last time
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I build you up and break myself down
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How can I sit there while some clown
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Namely me
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Sets you up for a loss
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First of all I'm insecure
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And number two I can't be there for you
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Not at this time in my life
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How can I hear your call in this windy night
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Conversations With The Wind
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| Houston Calls |
