The last face that I looked on
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Can't recall too much about
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The image of it left me
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Each time the lights went out
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The last mind that I wandered
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I remember how I ran
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Just to find the road had ended
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Just where it began
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Chorus:
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The next man that I marry
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There ain't nothin' he won't do
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Most likely love me too much
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The next hands that I hide in
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Will be warm and dry as smoke
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Just as satisfied to hold me
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As to dust my winter coat
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The next soul that I sleep in
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Will be soft as summer rain
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And when I need more lovin'
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He'll love me once again
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Chorus
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The next man that I marry
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There ain't nothin' he won't do
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Most likely love me too much
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Just like you
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The Next Man That I Marry
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| Jim Croce |
