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How do you choose your words - that's where I judge your darling. |
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Where the attention comes from depends on how much I care, |
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and I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents' livingroom. |
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I remember those years, they're hard not to remember. |
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All the things you wrote then, I know them word by word, |
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but I don't remember playing your piano in your parents' livingroom. |
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Oh, so they say: Oh, shut up, will you! |
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It's so strange how much in life that changes you, |
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and I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents' livingroom. |
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A smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again. |
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And I, I don't know how to take it. |
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And you, you don't know how to spell it. |
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There's so much we need to say, there's so much to understand, |
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on my way home in the car you held my hand, |
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and I do remember sleeping in your house, on the floor, |
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with the dust in my eye. |
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Oh, so they say: Oh, shut up, will you! |
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There are so many secrets and I'm telling this one to you, |
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turning back all the clocks and the memories from your parents' livingroom. |
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A smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again. |
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And you, you just know how to spell it. |
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And I, I don't know how to take it. |
