Is it any wonder that the stars just don't rush by
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When you're only doin' 60 through this oh-so-vacant night
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But it's lacking something big this time
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What the hell did you expect to find
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Aphrodite on a barstool by your side
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Twelfth night we go
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After something everyone should know
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Somewhere in the distance out of sight...
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Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
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What do you remember if at all
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Only pieces of the night...
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And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd
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If you let your feet get trampled on
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When the music is that loud
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But you wanted to be where you are
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But it looked much better from afar
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A hillside in shadow
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Between the people and the stars
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Twelfth night we go
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After something everyone should know
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Somewhere in the distance out of sight...
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Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
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What do you remember if at all
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Only pieces of the night...
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It seems so distant
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But still only half the night away
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Where notions between your questions come too
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Is it any wonder where
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The pieces of the night have been...
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Pieces Of The Night
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| Gin Blossoms |
