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And I know we were both too young |
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way back when we had our thing |
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And you're not the one that I think of |
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everytime that the telephone rings |
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And I know that what we had |
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would not be called love by the ones we know |
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And I know it's been many years |
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and a hundred love-affairs ago |
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I know all that so well, |
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but I also do know this |
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Calleth you, cometh I |
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And that's just how it is, |
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and how it's always been |
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It's where my reason stops |
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and something else comes in |
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I know it doesn't make sense, but still |
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Calleth you, cometh I |
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That's how it is... |
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And I know we became restrained |
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everytime we were among friends |
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And I know how it was last time |
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and how bitterly it always ends |
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And I know we were both too young |
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to know what real love would be like |
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And I know that our communication |
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didn't always work out right |
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I know all that so well, |
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but I also do know this |
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Calleth you, cometh I |
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And that's just how it is, |
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and how it's always been |
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It's where my reason stops |
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and something else comes in |
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And I know it doesn't make sense, but still |
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Calleth you, cometh I |
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That's how it is... |
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And I've been waiting for this so long... |
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Waiting to sing this song, for you... |
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Calleth you, cometh I |
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And I've been waiting for this so long... |
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Waiting to sing this song, for you... |
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Calleth you, cometh I |
