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It's not the clothes that she borrows
Just call me out; you know I'll follow
Back through the back door into June
Luck will sleep the October, June

Sometimes in deep thought I
She's wanting kids
Sounds like fun
I'll teach them to sing along
Sure beats the end of a smoking gun

And I know that God exists
Because I feel him sometimes
When she takes up the sheets
Or my telephone lines, but
When I'm home, she says
Baby, you're a lie
You're not really here
You're gone away
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written by Pollock, Jason / Ross, Jason
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