Sitting up late ate night in bed and I think of you
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All alone, wide awake, I donĄ¯t know what to do
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So I reach for the phone and
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ThereĄ¯s your voice coming my way
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Once again IĄ¯m all choked, I donĄ¯t know what to say
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Wanna tell you I love you, wanna tell you I care
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Wanna tell you baby IĄ¯m right here
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Wanna tell you IĄ¯m crying, wanna tell you IĄ¯m smiling
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Wanna tell you everything I feel
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But you donĄ¯t come around me no more
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Why donĄ¯t you come knockinĄ¯ down my door no more
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You donĄ¯t look at me on the street
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You donĄ¯t smile when you pass by
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If you donĄ¯t turn around soon
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YouĄ¯re gonna make this big man cry
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I know that things get cloudy when the sun goes down
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And I know that cities wash away with the rain
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And I know that you and I are not the ones to say goodbye
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I know, no I think, no I think I know, tomorrowĄ¯s another day
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IĄ¯m sittinĄ¯ on my soul writing a tale of love gone bad
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But all I can think of are times when
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You make me happy, you make me glad
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I want to wake up, turn around and walk
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Turn around and walk out clean
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Things Get Cloudy
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| Jack Ingram |
