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You no longer notice if I'm wearing per- fume

 I seldom hear a lover's word from you

 Your attention's wrapped up in the mornin' paper

 And I feel a restless yearn for somethin' new.

We used to whisper love across the nighttime

Now we never whisper nor recall

Our love is left upon the shelf of winter

Where the sunlight never touches it at all.

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 It's a habit for us to be to- geth- er

 We sit and watch the dead'ning shadows go

 Ev'ry day last year I left for Cali- fornia

 This is my year for Mexi- co.

Your back is turned to me while you are leaving

I close my eyes while I pretend to go

>From the road I hear the sound of passing traffic

Some of them are bound for Mexico.

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