| Sometimes I miss that feelin' of fallin'
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| Fallin' on over the ledge
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| You know I miss that feelin' of fallin'
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| Fallin' on over the ledge
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| And when my mind it gets to worryin'
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| And I just can’t get no rest, oh baby oh
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| That’s when I call you up instead
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| After midnight baby
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| Sittin' here all alone
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| I tried to call your number baby
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| But you weren’t at home
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| I’ve been a good girl baby
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| I’m through with all that mess
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| But the way I’m feeling right now, darlin'
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| You know it scares me half to death
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| That I miss that feelin' of
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| Fallin' on over the ledge
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| The summer night in Texas, baby
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| It’s too hot and wet to sleep
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| I heard you pull up in the distance
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| You’re comin' to give me relief
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| We went screamin' down the highway, baby
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| So much faster than we should
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| You pulled me over in the moonlight, darlin'
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| Man, I still can feel that hood
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| And I miss that feelin'
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| Oh, I wanna fall on over the ledge
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| When that rain start fallin', I wanna call baby
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| I wanna take a real good look at that ledge
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| It ain’t something you get over
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| You might think you made it through
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| You can turn your head and walk away, baby
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| But it never takes its eyes off of you and
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| It’ll push your foot right through the floor board, baby
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| Make you cut them streamers down and back
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| You waste what’s precious and you can’t afford, baby
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| It runs your life right off the track
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| It’ll keep you boilin' in that poison
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| Only the truly twisted know so well
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| You don’t need drugs to show you heaven, baby
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| 'Cause there’s plenty clean in hell
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| I’d miss that feelin' of fallin'
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| Oh, on over the ledge
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| Yeah, the blues start callin'
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| Break it down
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| baby
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| Oh baby I’m gonna crawl
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| Crawl into your arm now
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| Into your arm now |