Wendy's sittin' next to me
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She's trying hard to drink it away
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And I feel the rumble of the subway
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Beneath the stage
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And her eyes are screaming
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And her lips are pursed
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And this ain't her first heartache
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But it feels like, it feels like the worst
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And she says
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Can someone tell me how this can happen
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And I guess that God only knows
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My heart used to be
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The sweet shop of love
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But now the sign on the door
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It says sorry we're closed
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And I hear myself tell her
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Some old words I know they won't help
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And then I feel guilty
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'Cause I closed some sweet shops myself
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And we all talk about timing
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And lifestyles and such
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But to a heart that's been shattered
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Those words don't mean that much
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And all of our pining
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It just goes to show
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Don't you enter a shop
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With the sign on the door
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Saying sorry we're closed
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And she's been through all the pain
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That one can endure
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And her new man thinks she loves him
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But he can't be sure
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And his heart pines for Wendy
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She says that's how it goes
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How am I supposed to know
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He can't read the sign saying
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Sorry we're closed
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Yeah we're closed
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And she says
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Can someone tell me how this can happen
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And I guess that God only knows
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My heart used to be
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The sweet shop of love
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But there's a sign on the door
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There's a sign on the door [3x]
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One more sign...
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Sign On The Door
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Edwin McCain |