| Gray, quiet and tired and mean
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| Picking at a worried seam
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| I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
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| Red eyes and fire and signs
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| I’m taken by a nursery rhyme
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| I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
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| No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
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| No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
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| No, no, no, no, no,
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| Nothing else will do
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| I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you.
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| The road gets cold, there’s no spring in the meadow this year
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| I’m the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears
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| Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself
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| But green, it is also summer
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| And I won’t be warm 'til I’m lying in your arms
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| No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
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| No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| Nothing else will do
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| I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you
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| I see it all through a telescope: guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat
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| Lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune… hmmmmmmm
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| No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
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| No amount of whiskey, no wine
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| Nothing else will do
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| I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have
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| No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
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| No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| Nothing else will do
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| I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you.
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| I’ve gotta have you, gotta have you
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| I’ve gotta have you |