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The other day when you called me* |
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You said: |
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I'm not coming home, |
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I said I don't know girl, |
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I think I wanna be on my own, |
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And then your broke down crying |
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You said: |
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What happened to our life? |
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I said I really don't know girl, |
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I used to picture you as my wife. |
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An actor at the end of the day |
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Our dreams have gone astray |
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And it twist me up to say |
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We had to go our separate ways |
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I saw you out in the night time, |
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And you were dressed up with your friends |
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I couldn't stop lookin' over, |
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And it was all in my mind the hole weekend, |
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One day you blocked all my phone calls. |
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And I can't really blame you girl, |
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I just want to hear your voice. |
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An actor at the end of the day |
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Our dreams have gone astray |
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And it twist me up to say |
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We had to go our separate ways |
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Now every day when |
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I wake up, |
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Is from a dream, |
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And the dream is your back here, |
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But that's just an imaginary scene. |
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And other while |
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I'm thinking, |
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Of those gone days, |
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I painted the perfect picture girl, |
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But that wasn't always the case. |
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An actor at the end of the day |
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Our dreams have gone astray |
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And it twist me up to say |
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We had to go our separate ways |
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An actor at the end of the day |
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Our dreams have gone astray |
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And it twist me up to say |
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We had to go our separate ways |
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One, two, three, four |
