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He tosses in his sleep He never gets a good night's rest He tosses in his sleep He never gets a good night's rest His mind is tired but can't control what's in his chest She tosses in her sleep Dreaming of a better place She tosses in her sleep Dreaming of a better place She gave up looking and now she's got tears on her face He wears a cigarette She wears a bayonet He drives a beater and she drives a swift Corvette He's not a cheater and she's one he won't forget He's got a plan But doesn't know how to start He's got a plan But doesn't know how to start He's too young to understand the language of his heart She's got a picture But hasn't developed it yet She's got a picture But hasn't developed it yet All she sees is a silent silhouette He wears a cigarette She wears a bayonet He drives a beater and she drives a swift Corvette He's not a cheater and she's one he won't forget He wrote his name and number On the missionary of his hotel He wrote his name and number On the missionary of his hotel As he laid it down he felt his heart begin to swell She called him up And they talked over a drink or two She called him up And they talked over a drink or two Now all their reservations are made for two
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
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He tosses in his sleep He never gets a good night's rest He tosses in his sleep He never gets a good night's rest His mind is tired but can't control what's in his chest She tosses in her sleep Dreaming of a better place She tosses in her sleep Dreaming of a better place She gave up looking and now she's got tears on her face He wears a cigarette She wears a bayonet He drives a beater and she drives a swift Corvette He's not a cheater and she's one he won't forget He's got a plan But doesn't know how to start He's got a plan But doesn't know how to start He's too young to understand the language of his heart She's got a picture But hasn't developed it yet She's got a picture But hasn't developed it yet All she sees is a silent silhouette He wears a cigarette She wears a bayonet He drives a beater and she drives a swift Corvette He's not a cheater and she's one he won't forget He wrote his name and number On the missionary of his hotel He wrote his name and number On the missionary of his hotel As he laid it down he felt his heart begin to swell She called him up And they talked over a drink or two She called him up And they talked over a drink or two Now all their reservations are made for two
jordan-rowan
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
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