"When you find yourself a new enemy
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Can you take me down off the hook
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That you've been hangin' me on," he said
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With almost all the love gone
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Will the time soon come when you see fit
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The light will change
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Will you just lok at it and stare
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And wonder, ad the traffic moves,
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Why you're still sitting there
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All eyes are waiting for it
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The wind is at your back and it'll blow
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Without even having to know what you know
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We're waving our white flags
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We're hanging our heads out the high windows
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Just to see you make your way to the starting gate and go
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"Maybe you could find a way to be nice
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See me coming up in a line
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And let a smile creep out"
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He swears that would be all it would be about
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He said, "Just a peace to settle over us
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No more words, no more making it up
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No victory
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No up and leave"
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All eyes are waiting for it
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The wind is at your back and it'll blow
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Without even having to know what you know
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We're waving our white flags
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We're hanging our heads out the high window
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Just to see you make your way to the starting gate and go
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You're seven numbers away
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From never having to say
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Anything more
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"When you find yourself a new enemy
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Can you take me down off the hook
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That you've been hangin' me on," he said
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With almost all the love gone
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New Enemy
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Sarah Harmer |