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Our separation seems forever, I'll do it if it's what you like Go take your bags to New York City, call me when your plane arrives I'll feed the children, wash the dishes, I'll keep the house lookin' nice Well, don't you worry now, everything's gonna be alright It's been snowin' this October turnin' grass into grain Do you see much past your hotel window friday nights with your gang? I can only hope that things were different and darlin' do you feel the same Every time you're drinkin' wine in the rain? Oh, oh, all you said you've seen is my face in a magazine My hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed And now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way So take your pretty poison right into the grave, we'll never change I sold our house, the 3rd December, we're livin' where our feet done land And the babies screams, they might get to heaven But they're buried far 'neath the sand All I know's my minds done thinkin', my mouths doin' what it can To keep the rhythm and put a nickel back in your hand Oh, oh, all you said you've seen is my face in a magazine My hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed And now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way So take your pretty poison right into the grave We dated naked out in the rain We are okay to the pain, they'll never change, oh no, no, no, no