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It?s not the clothes that she borrowsjust call me out - you know I?ll follow
Back thru the backdoor into June
Luck will sleep the October June
Sometimes in deep thought I?m 31she?s wanting kidssounds like fun,I?ll teach them to sing alongsure beats the end of a smoking gun
And I know that god existsbecause I feel him sometimeswhen she takes up the sheetsor my telephone lines, butwhen I?m home she says:?
Baby you?re a lie...??
You?re not really here.??
You?ve gone away...?
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