| He meets her in a tavern
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| He’s taken by her smile
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| She thinks he looks reckless
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| And she’s feelin' kind of wild
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| They leave that bar together
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| Make the rounds from place to place
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| They try to keep it light
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| Still they wind up face to face
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| So they open up the bottle
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| To let those feelings out
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| It’s the only way they know
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| To say the truth or hide the doubt
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| In the night they love and fight
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| And sometimes even touch
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| But in the day they don’t remember much
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| They hold on to one another
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| Make a circle of their friends
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| Time passes quickly
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| When the party never ends
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| They do everything together
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| Till there’s nothing left to do
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| But keep the champagne flowing
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| Right on through the honeymoon
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| So they open up the bottle
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| To let those feelings out
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| It’s the only way they know
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| To say the truth or hide the doubt
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| In the night they love and fight
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| And sometimes even touch
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| But in the day they don’t remember much
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| Well, the sun comes through the window
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| She crawls out of bed
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| Tries to make the coffee
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| While he tries to clear his head
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| They stare across the table
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| Through the silence and the hurt
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| They’ve come down to the problem
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| And it’s gonna take some work
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| So they open up the bottle
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| To let those feelings out
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| It’s the only way they know
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| To say the truth or hide the doubt
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| In the night they love and fight
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| And sometimes even touch
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| But in the day they don’t remember much
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| In the day they don’t remember much… |