It's eleven thirty at night,
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and your in your bed nice and tight.
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Maybe your dreaming of me I am calling you,
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I am wishing you were here.
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I hope I didn't annoy you today.
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If I did you answered anyway.
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Now I am laying in my bed
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I am hearing you wishing I could feel too.
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I miss her.
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I wanted to tell her.
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I spoke to myself in the mirror for awhile tonight.
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I made a promise that I would never fuck up having you in my life.
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To be honest
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I think your my favorite girl I ever met, yeah.
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I think your my favorite girl I ever met.
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I bought a new notebook for the road.
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Covered it with your area code.
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Over and over again,
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It's tattooed by the pen and I wish it was my home.
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`Cause I kinda hate everyone I know
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and lately I've been feeling so low.
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Come get inside my bed
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you make me feel dead
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by being out there in the Unknown.
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I miss her.
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I wanted to tell her.
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I spoke to myself in the mirror for awhile tonight.
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I made a promise that I would never fuck up having you in my life.
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To be honest
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I think your my favorite girl I ever met, yeah.
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I think your my favorite girl I ever met.
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I spoke to myself in the mirror for awhile tonight.
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I made a promise that I would never fuck up having you in my life.
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To be honest
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I think your my favorite girl I ever met, yeah.
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I think your my favorite girl I ever met.
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I just wanted to tell her
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World Favorite
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| Man Overboard |
