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He said, |
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I'm not dead but don't wake me ever |
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'Cos I may have to think this through |
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She said she's changed her mind |
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and I didn't try to put it right |
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Though I've every reason to |
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I don't know, she wouldn't say |
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Exactly when |
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she intends to mince her light fantastic my way |
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And make my very best day |
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Let me tell you the way it will always be |
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He'll see it all but he won't see me |
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And didn't I give hime every sign |
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That his best days are leaving me behind |
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Later - if it's her you can say I've gone away |
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I get nowhere peachy keen |
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You tell her next week |
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and maybe find out where they're going |
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So I know where I should be |
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She's got a nerve and thats okay but I want to hear |
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When she's finally got something decent to say |
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Could be my very best day |
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Let me tell you the way it will always be |
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He'll see it all but he won't see me |
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And didn't I give hime every sign |
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That his best days are leaving me behind |
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What exactly do you want me to say |
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No I don't feel good for you |
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And you can get that girl out of my face |
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I don't enjoy her like you do |
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And this is the way it will always be |
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He's seen it all but he won't see me |
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And how do I show him diamond skies |
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When all he has are best days in his eyes |
