You'd better wear a dress that covers up that bruise,
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how could I refuse your wish that I do that to you?
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You'd better take your face from every cloud I see,
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how could I have known you'd be so deep inside of me?
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And this whole wide world isn't wide enough.
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And this big bright sun isn't bright enough.
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You'd better call your brother, say I won't be there,
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though when I think of your hair I have to stop the car.
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You shouldn't tell them that you've seen my face somewhere,
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when I leaned in your direction I leaned much too far.
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Now this whole wide world isn't wide enough.
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And this big bright sun isn't bright enough.
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And you could not have lied enough to make me believe.
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Please will the highway never end?
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Some things get broken and they never fix again.
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You'd better buy your ticket, pay for it yourself.
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Here's one for your health and here's one empty window seat.
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All crooked, all bloody, I'll take my leave.
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All the leaves fall and the turnpike lies in front of me.
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And this whole wide world isn't wide enough.
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And this big bright sun isn't bright enough.
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And you could not have lied enough to make me believe
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you were telling the truth to me.
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Whole Wide World
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