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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 turning grass into grain. Do you see much past your hotel window Friday nights with your gang? I can only hope that things were different. Darlin' do you feel the same every time you're drinkin' wine in the rain? Ooh, Ooh All you said you've seen is my face in a magazine my hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed. Now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way so take your pretty poison right to the grave. We'll never change. Bridge: Hit these one strum each I sold our house the 3rd of December we're livin' where our feet done land. The babies screams they might get to heaven but they're buried far 'neath the sand. All I know's my mind's done thinking my mouth's doin' what it can to keep the rhythm and put a nickel back in your hand. Ooh, ooh All you said you've seen is my face in a magazine my hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed. Now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way so take your pretty poison right to the grave. We're dancing naked out in the rain. Put your own pen to the page We'll never change. Outro, like the Bridge: (barre on 7)