I'm lying on a Tuesday morning
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with nothing right to say
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and living in a peace that saves me
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now there's something in the way
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Believe me when I say to you
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there's nothing I can do
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cause in my head a song is playing
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maybe a song for your dismay
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but I'm not strong enough to close that door
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but I try and walk away
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Believe me when I say to you
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there's nothing I can do
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but tell myself that the smiles she gives
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are not for me
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but it's so hard when her smile is all I have
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And I'm gonna try
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to keep this feeling for you at some distance
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but the sweetness of your face is what I'll find
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and I guess it's time I found my spot in line
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The time I spend with you is plagued now
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with all the words that I can't say
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and I don't think that I can last much longer
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In this role I have to play
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But believe me when I say to you
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theres nothing I can do
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but tell myself that the smiles she gives
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are not for me
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but it's so hard when her smile is all I have
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And I'm gonna try
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to keep this feeling for you at some distance
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but the sweetness of your face is what I'll find
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and then tell myself that the smiles she gives
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are not for me
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but it's so hard when her smile is all I have
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And I'm going to try and keep
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this feeling for you at some distance
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but the sweetness of your face is what I'll find
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and I guess it's time I found my spot in line
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one day I'll find my spot in line
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Spot In Line
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Jon Mclaughlin |