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was sitting in my chair, waiting for your call |
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There was a forest fire burning, somewhere |
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There was war |
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There were pictures of a plane crash from the day before |
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Images of people, at the mall |
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I'm telling you |
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I'm still fond you |
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And I think about you |
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Most of the time |
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So what |
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Let me think about it, for a minute |
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There was a forest fire burning, somewhere |
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There was war |
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There were pictures of you, from the day before |
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Images of people, you could see them fall |
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I'm telling you |
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I'm still fond you |
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And I think about you |
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Most of the time |
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So what |
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I was waiting |
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Maybe faking |
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No, just waiting |
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Contemplating |
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When the roses die and the angels fly |
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I won't go back again, with a dry eye |
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I'm telling you |
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I'm still fond you |
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And I think about you |
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Most of the time |
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So what |