| Tried my hand at company, wine poured out for two
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| Blue charade that I have made while lying next to you
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| Take the next thing home, my dear, leave me to my ways
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| The only clothes that seem to fit are the ones that walk away
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| Are the ones that walk away
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| In the first part of the traveling when enticement carries the weight
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| Is always worth the setting earth around the rusting gate
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| The chain falls off, the hinges squeak
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| Corners that call are not for the meek
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| So go away, ah, go away
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| The cut that bleeds incessantly will never be stopped by aid
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| Eyes that peal like church bells feel like body prints you made
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| In the bed of hope, my dear, I’ll give that, I will try
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| To hold myself in honor 'til you have to say goodbye
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| 'Til you have to say goodbye
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| In the first part of the traveling when enticement carries the weight
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| Is always worth the setting earth around the rusting gate
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| The chain falls off, the hinges squeak
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| The corners that call are not for the meek
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| Oh, go away, ah, go away
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| A laughing world in all it’s strife smiles from tongue to ear
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| A nickel for another wife, a hundred for a year
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| Take the first thing going south, don’t wait around to crack
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| A frozen vase in a parking space will never bring me back
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| Ah, will never bring me back, ah, will never bring me back
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| In the first part of the traveling when enticement carries the weight
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| Is always worth the setting earth around the rusting gate
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| The chain falls off, the hinges squeak
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| Corners that call are not for the meek
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| So go away, ah, go away |