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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 |
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Every time that the telephone rings |
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And I know that what we had would not |
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Be called love by the ones who know |
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And I know it's been many years and hundred love affairs a go |
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I know all that so well 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 is always been |
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It's were my reason stops |
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And something else comes in |
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I know it doesn't make sense |
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But still calleth you, cometh I |
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And 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 our communication didn't always work out right |
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I know all that so well 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 were my reason stops |
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And something else cames in |
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I know it doesn't make sense |
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But still, 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 |
