Well the hour is late for a visit on a whim
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Well the hour is late for a quiet drunken talk
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I don't begrudge you the anger in your voice
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No I don't begrudge you anything at all
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'Cause I know...that the time is scarce in Laredo with your friends
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Your on hoiday, on a bender, in a daze
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You find all nite food in a diner full of noise
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Where the bad mood walks like ants across your plates
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Chorus:
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'Cause I know what this is
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This is what we talk about
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When we talk about love
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When we talk about love
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Yeah I know what this is
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This is what we talk about
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When we talk about love
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When we talk about love
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Well the city lights are on fuses that have blown
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So the city sleeps, 'cause there's nothin else to do
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Well the couch is deep and the phone receiver's warm
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I miss you much too badly to convey to you
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Repeat Chorus
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What We Talk About
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