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Hello |
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Can anyone find me now? |
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Well I don't think so |
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And man, |
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If you would really wanna hurt me you did it now |
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Oooohhh |
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I can take alot, but I just about had enough |
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You should see me now |
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Tryin' to remember the warmth from her fathers hands |
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(aaahhh aaahhh ahhhh) |
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But now its all about you coming home from the track |
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All she cant think of is you... not looking back |
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The billboards of the moon light alot better then she thought they would |
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Now I know she can't take it anymore |
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Her feelings still grow here without you |
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But she can still feel your blows talking to herself now |
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With your brown turtleneck sweather |
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Just to spite the world |
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like a living room collision |
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on swedish television some time ago.. |
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But now its all about you coming home from the track. |
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All she can think of is you.. not looking back |
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The billboards of the moon light alot better then she thought They Would |
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Trying to remember the warmth of a fathers hand |
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but now its all about you coming home from the track. |
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all she can think of is you.. not looking back |
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trying to remember the warmth of a fathers hand |
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Now I knows she can't take it anymore |