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Have I told you lately that I love you?. Well, if I didn't darling, I'm sorry. Did I reach out and hold you in my loving arms. Oh, when you needed me?. . Now I realize that you need love too. An
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Won't you sit down. Talk to me. And tell me. What's on your mind. I'll lend a listening ear. Some sympathy. And a word or two. Of kindness. Won't you sit down. Talk to me. You'll find a whol
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I was born in the back seat. Of a travellin' hurricane. I came up in the back streets. The city with no name. I was raised on trouble. Rock when I should roll. I never could control it. And I c
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You know it doesn't really matter. That I always seem to forget. Where I put my keys, my hat and my coat. We're searching for your sun glasses. And you've lost the remote Did you forget the heat.
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Don't touch me, baby, no. Just leave me alone. Because the way you treat me, baby. You know that's wrong. . I'm leavin' you, baby. Gonna hit that highway. Back home. . When I took you off the
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It's my own problem. That I have to face. Right here, all by myself. . It's my own fault, yes it is. I'm so ashamed. Can't blame it on no one else. . She was once my everything. I sit here al
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I can hear the couple fighting right next door. Their angry words sound clear thru these thin walls. Around midnight I heard him shout 'unfaithful woman'. And I knew right there the axe was gonna f
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You can give me an hour alone in a bank. Pay all my tickets, wipe the slate blank. You could buy me a car, fill up the tank. Tell me a boat full of lawyers just sank. But it ain't nothin' but a wo
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I'm in a phone booth, baby. Number scratched on the wall. I'm in a phone booth, baby. Number scratched on the wall. I'm new in Chicago. Got no one else to call. . Been walkin' all day. For old
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Dead of the night baby. We're finally alone. I'll pull up the shades. If you'll unplug the phone. . Put on some music. Marvin Gaye's real nice. Once we get settled. I'll turn off the lights.
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I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone. I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone. I'm having nasty nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah. And I'm s
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I can hear the couple fighting right next door. Their angry words sound clear thru these thin walls. Around midnight I heard him shout 'unfaithful woman'. And I knew right there the axe was gonna f
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It's Wednesday night, my woman's out. Once again I'm home alone. Lately, every Wednesday night. She's late getting home. . She phones from work at quittin' time. Says the boss asked her to stay.
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Night Patrol. By Robert Cray. . See him huddled in the shadows, sleepin' on his cardboard bed. Usin' rags for a pillow, where he lays his unwashed head. His blankets old newspapers, they're not