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It's not my fault that I love you

We could blame it on a lot of things
Or we could both just shut up
Take what's given in the underbelly
Ride a ghost train out of town
Or snuggle up close next to me
That booth in the back of Joe's Cafe
Yeah that booth
Cracked leather from lovers on the fringe
Things are great at home
They're better here and you know it
Order the ribeye steak medium
A bottle of their best Spanish red
It's payday and that 3pm meeting is canceled
Maybe dessert here or on the other side of town
Our call ....
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