| She’s got a box full of letters,
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| that she looks through every day,
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| she must know every word by heart.
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| She’s somebody else’s baby,
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| the kind that will tell you right away,
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| and she’s not tearing herself apart.
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| She’s twice my age but I don’t care
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| I can see her house from here
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| I want a small place in her heart
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| I can be the gap between the beats
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| Crackin' her voice when the tour is hard
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| There’s probably not much that I can do,
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| but I’m alone and so are you
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| I know a place safe from the dark
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| It’s far away but it’s within reach
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| If you’re okay with company.
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| Getting back at you
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| Getting back at him
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| Getting back to you
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| And all he ever did was lead you on
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| She’s got a box full of letters
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| That she re-reads every night
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| Now’s the bar’s about to close
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| She’s somebody else’s baby,
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| but as far as I can see
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| I am the only one he knows
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| She’s twice my age but I don’t care
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| I can see her house from here
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| She’s twice my age but I don’t care
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| I can see her house from here
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| Just say the word and I’ll be there
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| Getting back at you
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| Getting back at him
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| Getting back to you
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| And all he ever did was do you wrong
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| Do you wrong, do you wrong.
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| Now all he ever did was do you wrong. |