| Let me tell you 'bout a friend of mine
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| He’s a short order cook
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| Long on speed, short on spice
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| He reads his customers like a book
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| He’s seen this, and he’s done that
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| Now he’s makin' fried eggs an art
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| But there’s one thing he can’t fix no how
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| There’s a longing in his heart
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| He’s tried for years to work it out
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| At the grill and at his home
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| Well he talks to his friends, talks to himself
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| He talks the chicken right off the bone
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| Talks to his woman and she understands
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| You know they’re always eye to eye
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| She runs the join, They live out back
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| Small House under a Big sky
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| Well even the stars at night agree
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| The sky is falling apart
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| She knows cause she can feel it too
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| There’s a longing in her heart
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| A longing in her heart
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| Longing in her heart
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| Well now you and me, we’re just like them
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| We never wanted to be alone,
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| so we made a pact, sealed with desire
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| for a happier house and home
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| Only to find it doens’t untie
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| The know where feelings die
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| There’s a longing deep inside our hearts
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| And no one to tell us why
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| Our friends aren’t looking for anything new
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| They wouldn’t know where to look
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| Well her, she like running the joint
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| And he likes being a cook
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| Together they’re doing very well
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| They’re might glad they could
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| But there’s a fire burning towards them now
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| Coming from a distant wood
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| And eve the stars at night agree
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| that the sky is falling apart
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| We know 'cause we can feel it too
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| There’s a longing in our hearts |