"No, I don't," I tell her tongue
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I tell her, still I drink it all
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And now my head's so silver numb
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I guess she's crystal clear
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Cuz she's all a blur, playing quarter songs
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And she keeps her eyes at the jukebox
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on the needle til it falls
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Summer doll, my will's so low
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See her laughing on her own
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See her dancing all alone, again
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Tell my thoughts I will go home
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Singing like a drunken dove
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Dreaming like a bum in love again
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Somewhere down her silver song
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I saw her turn and gently gave around
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My dumb eyes caught hers on me
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then she turned her heels
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We'll never go, cuz we couldn't talk
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This silver date slips into the somber
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waitress' last call
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Summer doll, my will's so low
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See her laughing on her own
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See her dancing all alone, again
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Tell my thoughts I will go home
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Singing like a drunken dove
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Dreaming like a bum in love again
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Silver Date
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