Certain kinds of nights,
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find me swimming alone,
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inside my bed.
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Certain kinds of songs
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leave me without a sound
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without a trace.
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Now I know,
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something aint right
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inside of her
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Certain kinds of sounds
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find me slippin' away.
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Driftin away.
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Certain kinds of light,
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find me sfalling into
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her summer dress
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Now I know,
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something aint right
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inside of her.
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It's not out of respect,
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the door is closed but the walls still haunt me.
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Still haunt me.
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Now I know,
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somethin aint right
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inside of her.
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Ginger
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| Jeremiah Freed |
