She doesn't see the yellow light, falling on formica table tops
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She doesn't see the empty chairs in her life
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Of all these sad cafes, I think she's seen quite a lot.
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And heard all this road house stuff going down.
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And I say she don't have to worry.
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She don't have to care,
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She don't have to worry
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'cause I'll be there.
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I feel like I'm such a fool, keeping something up here
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The reasons that I do just ain't clear
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I try I try I try to keep satisfied
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But it isn't what I want,
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And nothing's gonna keep me from the other side
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And I say she don't have to worry.
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She don't have to care,
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She don't have to worry
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'cause I'll be there.
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It seems like a hopeless case of just plain wasted time
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I don't feel another day makes any sense.
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She don't need to worry.
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SHE DON'T
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