Gray, quiet and tired and mean
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Picking at a worried seam
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Itry to make you mad at me over the phone.
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Red eyes and fire and signs
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I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
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I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
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No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
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No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
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No, nothing else will do
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I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
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The road gets cold, there's no spring in the middle this year
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I'm the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears
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Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself
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But green, it is also summer
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And I won't be warm till I'm lying in your arms
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I see it all through a telescope: guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat
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Lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune...
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Gotta Have You
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| The Weepies |
