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You keep a picture of Audrey inside of your wallet
Went for a drink and the bartender thought she was dead
He made you live out that nightmare, and you nearly lost it
You made a joke, and you watched it go over his head
And now it all comes down to you
It all comes down to you
Good luck, Charlie
I hope you're happy
This isn't what you wanted
You know that it's her or nothing
Now, when you fly over Michigan, I'll bet you see her
Right on the wing of the plane, in the lakes, in the sky
You can go home at night, and you might really not need her
But you feel her everywhere, she is the love of your life
Now, it all comes down to you
Good luck, Charlie
I hope you're ready
'Cause this isn't what you wanted
You know that it's her or nothing
Good luck, Charlie
I hope you're happy
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