She would spend another afternoon drinking wine
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Sitting on your door, just wasting time
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Talking about the way it used to be
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So much better
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Or another night baby in your arms
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Still another one could do no harm
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Reminds me of how it used to feel
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So much wetter
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I never know what's right for her
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There's always something I never notice wrong
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To giving it up before you get down
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You gotta be in before you get out
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You're gonna be gone, before you get found
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In another boring...
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Spin another bottle in a low-lit room
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Nothing tastes better than young flowers in bloom
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I know that's how it used to be
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We were so much younger
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Over that now and I can count the years
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Everybody now is just counting tears
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And plastic bills and their protective pills
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And I just took my time
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I never know what's right for her
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There's always something I never notice wrong
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Giving it up before you get down
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You gotta be in before you get out
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You're gonna be gone before you get found
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In another boring afternoon
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Giving it up before you get down
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You gotta be in before you get out, get out, get out, get out...
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Giving it up before you get down
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You gotta be in before you get out
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You're gonna be gone before you get found
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In another boring afternoon
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Giving it up before you get down
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You gotta be in before you get out, get out, get out, get out...
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Giving it up before you get down
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You gotta be in before you get out
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You're gonna be gone
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Before you get found in another boring afternoon
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Giving it up before you get down
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You gotta be in before you get out
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You're gonna be gone before you get found
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In another boring...
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Giving it up for, giving it up for
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Giving it up for another boring afternoon
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Boring Afternoon
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Damien Rice |