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Walking on the water in a van
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Tryin to think of everything I can
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But it's getting very late,
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And these tapes don't sound too good
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And my body just don't feel
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The way I wish it would.
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I was driving when I heard you call my name.
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It was not like before not quite the same
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It's too late to be much good and I might as well confess
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That I have not got the nerve to borrow cigarettes.
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When I'm almost with you music tries to play,
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When I'm almost home I almost hear you say,
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It would be all right if we could run away.
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Deciding things for all my life
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No one ever tells you when or why
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But my heart can't seem to tell me
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What would satisfy my mind
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So I jump into the van one more time
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