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When things blink just right
Like they're blinking here tonight From the corner of my eye They came, to be Tell your trouble to Someone stuck here just like you Sucking in the smoke Like it's going out of style And I'll listen, To what you have to say You said it any way to me And you'll listen something special is at work it's really not a chore to me So put me in a bag Or bury me in rags The lady upstairs, she made, me strong Can't make it to the bar Can't make it to the bath Caught and confused You give it up for this Cause, I'll listen To what you have to say You said it anyway, though you're not, too sure I'll listen Because it means that much to you You're everything I do, or see They may not work it out |
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