I've been in this place many times before
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With my baby's things among my shoes and strings and clothes
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But just because I'm here
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Don't mean I can't run out that door
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Ain't that what those running shoes are for?
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Baby likes to sleep on floor boards bare
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And just to keep the peace, well I join her there
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And she might say to me
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'A better man I can't recall'
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But what I think she sees ain't me at all
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It ain't me at all to need somebody
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Like some lovestruck casualty
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It ain't me at all to feel so ready
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To be what I think she sees
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Baby claims I kiss like I really care
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Well, I guess I'd say I don't but the truth ain't fair
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And sometimes she looks at me and says
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'Babe, my heart just stalled',
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But what I think she sees ain't me at all.
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What I Think She Sees
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Del Amitri |