As you go out it's Independence Day;
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But instead I'll just pour myself a drink.
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It's got to be love, I've never felt this way.
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Oh baby, this one's from the heart
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The shadows in the road look like a railroad track.
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I wonder if he's (ever) really comin' back.
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The moon's a yellow stain across the sky.
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Oh baby, this one's from the heart
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(Maybe) And I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form,
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(But) And I should prob'ly wait here by the phone.
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And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible
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Oh baby, this one's from the heart
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The worm is climbin' the other color tree
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Robin is back against the wall;
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Pour myself a double sympathy
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Oh baby, this one's from the heart.
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Blondes, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down
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(To put ) don't pound a cold chisel thru my heart.
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But they were nothin' but apostrophes.
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O baby, this one's from the heart.
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I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone?
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But the roads get so slipp'ry (when it rains)
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I love you more than all these words can ever say
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Oh baby, this one's from the heart.
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This One's From the Heart
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| Tom Waits |
