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There's at least 8 days that don't go by Without at least a glancing thought Three in the spring and one in the summer But all four ended in the fall Now he sits on the couch with her and reads the paper The good dishes packed high in the cupboard Still she's not sure where he goes sometimes She can't quite ever know what he feels The ex-wives of Mr. Larson Feet on the coffee table, dishes in the sink Whatever you wanted came free The girl smelled like wine and laughed all the time Fell in love under a sycamore tree Or was it dinner that night? Four years later in another town Girl across the room, hair down, not looking at you Tell me when did falling start to feel like Falling down? The ex-wives of Mr. Larson Crystal, and you kissed her Long enough to make her feel shy And so good What you wanted cost a lot more now SongtexteCue the end, begin again, one more try, one last time It's no good The ex-wives of Mr. Larson, The ex-wives of Mr. Larson (Thanks to Lucciana for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania