When you turned out the light
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and walked out the door
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I said to myself
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what did I come here for?
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Did you have a good time
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drinking whiskey and ryhme
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and did you want to be
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Bonnie and Clyde?
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What goes on in your mind,
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what goes on in your head?
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Who did you think I would be
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ha, well you got me instead.
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You think there's some connection
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that I'm your female reflection
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but no...
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I can be loyal
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and (a) I can be true
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but that's for somebody else
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and it will never be you.
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You think we're predetermined
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but babe you're learning
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way to slow...
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But it seems such a long time ago.
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[er, something that sounds like "go, fishman" right before the solo]
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(oh...) He can see things
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you'll never know how to see.
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He's three times the man
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you'll never know how to be.
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I'll do anything he wants
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and I'll go anywhere
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he wants me to go.
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And if that isn't love
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then I guess I'll just never know.
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But it seems a long time ago...
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Long Time Ago
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Concrete Blonde |