Your lawyer can go to hell.
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The ink¡¯s still wet on our wills.
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That¡¯s when I told her,
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¡°It¡¯s time to start over.¡±
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Now there¡¯s a house to sell.
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Take this ring of keys
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The copies you made for me
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Tell me the truth, then.
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Tell me you love him.
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Because, baby, this scar won¡¯t heal
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I¡¯m just a fool you
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Love to be cruel to
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The gravel under your wheels.
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Without a sound,
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I¡¯m hiding out, I¡¯m hiding underground.
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Eleanor,
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I¡¯m hiding out on your back porch.
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Without a sound,
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I¡¯m hiding out, I¡¯m hiding underground.
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Eleanor,
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I¡¯m hiding out on your back porch.
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As soon as the fog lifts,
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As soon as the smoke drifts.
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Nearly November then.
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Maine has those sweet pines
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Bells and your wind chimes,
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I¡¯ll never be back again.
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Without A Sound (Eleanor)
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| The New Amsterdams |
