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I'm going right back to my |
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lost comfort ...would you close your eyes |
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on our first kiss of the night? |
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carve my name on your bedroom wall |
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I am going nowhere |
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sulking in days i now laugh over |
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would you smile if i wrote you song? |
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and would you cry for every nite i am gone? |
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We long for those special people |
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who pull away when we start to figure them out |
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i am going nowhere |
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sulking in days i now laugh over |
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but now we know just were they go |
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when there crawling alone searching |
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for a piece of what they long for |
