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Staring out the glass of your tired sedan, waiting at your door leaning against the jamb. We're
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going allthe way, when you sing to my guitar but its late and I can't stay, the secrets of the heart..

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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On this dirty floor with the words in your hands. You pull the hairpin out, now and down pour the strands. But
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you were wrong to say I can sing to my guitar, but it's late and I can't stay, the secrets of the heart..