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Dreams, |
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That's where I have to go |
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To see your beautiful face anymore |
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I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio |
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Hope, |
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Hope there's a conversation |
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We both admit we had it good |
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But until then it's alienation, I know |
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That much is understood |
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And I realize |
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If you ask me how I'm doing |
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I would say I'm doing just fine |
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I would lie and say that you're not on my mind |
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But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two |
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And finally I'm forced to face the truth, |
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No matter what I say I'm not over you, not over you |
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Damn, damn girl, you do it well |
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And I thought you were innocent |
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Took this heart and put it through hell |
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But still you're magnificent |
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I, I'm a boomerang, doesn't matter how you throw me |
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I turn around and I'm back in the game |
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Even better than the old me |
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But I'm not even close without you |
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If you ask me how I'm doing |
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I would say I'm doing just fine |
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I would lie and say that you're not on my mind |
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But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two |
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And finally I'm forced to face the truth, |
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No matter what I say I'm not over you |
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Not over you |
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Not over you |
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Not over you |
