Big brown eyes, and a gust of wind,
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And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "The end
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Is coming soon," but not soon enough.
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Restring all your guitars. Pack up all your stuff.
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'Cause if Robert's dad is right,
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We might not make it through the night,
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And I'd hate to go alone.
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Please pick up the phone.
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Well a box of red, and a pill or three,
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And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company.
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I wish you were here. I wish I was too.
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I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do.
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You don't want me anymore,
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Since fame and fortune broke down our door.
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You don't give me no respect.
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What did I expect?
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If that phone don't ring one more time,
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I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind.
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You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
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Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.
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Her hands are cold, her breath is warm,
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She's a port in a storm.
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I'm worried now, but it won't be long.
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It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song.
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I've got issues, yeah.
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Like I miss you, yeah.
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And I wish I weren't so thick.
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I'm making myself sick.
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If that phone don't ring one more time,
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I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind.
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You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
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Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.
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Big Brown Eyes
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Old 97's |