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She gets in from work, takes off her coat
Sits down hard and lights a smoke
And slips off her shoes
She's thinkin' just how nice it'd be
To have someone to rub her feet
And just to talk to
But it's true what they say about good men
They're either gay, married, or just wanna be friends
Makes a girl feel like crying
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Jaded, tired, and sick of the whole damn thing
It just seems cruel to think that (s)he might be
So close
Just three doors down and one floor up
He pours some wine in a coffee cup
And turns the TV on
He tells himself it could be worse
He's got his friends and he's got his work
It ain't so bad alone
But his younger brother's done got kids
A dog, a cat, and a privacy fence
And a pretty wife and bed with matching sheets
And the kids call him uncle and he's glad they do
But it always hurts just a little bit too
'Cause lately, he's afraid that's all he'll ever be
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The elevator stops and they both get on
She fumbles in her purse, he's on his phone
And their eyes never even meet
And it's sad to think they tried so hard
And it's all right there in that elevator car
Oh, the irony
So close
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