| We’ve been runnin' away from
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| Somethin' we both know
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| We’ve long run out of things to say
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| And I think I better go
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| So don’t be gettin' excited
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| When you hear that slammin' door
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| 'Cause there’ll be one less set of footsteps
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| On your floor in the mornin'
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| We’ve been hidin' from somethin'
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| That should’ve never gone this far
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| After all it’s what we’ve done
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| That makes us what we are
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| You’ve been talkin' in silence
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| But if it’s silence you adore
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| Well, there’ll be one less set of footsteps
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| On your floor in the mornin'
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| Well, there’ll be one less set of footsteps on your floor
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| One less woman walkin'
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| One less pair of jeans upon your door
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| One less voice a-talkin'
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| But tomorrow’s a dream away
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| Today has turned to dust
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| Your silver tongue has turned to clay
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| And your golden rule to rust
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| If that’s the way that you want it
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| Well, that’s the way I want it more
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| Well, there’ll be one less set of footsteps
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| On your floor in the mornin'
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| There’ll be one less set of footsteps on your floor
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| One less woman walkin'
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| One less pair of jeans upon your door
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| One less voice a-talkin'
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| But tomorrow’s a dream away
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| Today has turned to dust
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| Your silver tongue has turned to clay
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| And your golden rule to rust
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| If that’s the way that you want it
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| Well, that’s the way I want it more
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| Well, there’ll be one less set of footsteps
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| On your floor in the mornin'
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| One less set of footsteps
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| On your floor in the mornin' |