| Lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling
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| Ooh, baby, you let me down
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| Crying to myself and trying to shake the feeling
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| Ooh, baby, you let me down
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| You let me down easy, you let me down light
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| It really gets me down, but you let me down right
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| You set me down gently, you let me down slow
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| It’s gonna take some time before I can let you go
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| Floating on the ceiling, staring at the floor
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| Looking from above at what we had before
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| I could hear your motor humming, I wanted you to stay
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| But I could see it coming from a hundred miles away
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| Lying in the grass, staring at the sun
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| Burning out the memory that you were the one
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| Trying to pretend that I didn’t feel a thing
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| But it’s feeling as familiar as the simple song I sing
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| You set me down proper, you said the right things
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| The sun was coming up, they were waiting in the wings
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| The sun was going down, you were packing up your clothes
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| You said, «I hate to let you down but, babe, I gotta go!»
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| Lying in the back seat, eyes shut tight
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| Tired of staring at the road so I’m stopping for the night
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| I can hear your motor humming so I’m covering some ground
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| Ooh, baby, you let me down |