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Here I am again |
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Coming in from the cold |
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Here I am again |
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Humming your tune |
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Well here I am again |
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Just waiting around in my rain soaked shoes |
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Half smile, half frown |
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'Cause I'm thinking about you in your summer dress |
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Oh you're out there in the sun somewhere |
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So maybe I should go get lost |
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Or maybe I should go get drunk |
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Or maybe I should just forget |
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All about you |
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Woken 3 A.M. by the freight train |
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It's all crickets and puddles |
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And weeks and weeks of rain here |
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I hear that Alix is back in New York |
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But this small town it suits me well |
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I like all the farms and the fields |
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That lead me far down dirty roads |
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Oh and these things I just want to tell you still |
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But you stopped listening, oh well, didn't you? |
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So maybe I should go get lost |
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Or maybe I should go get drunk |
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Or maybe I should just forget |
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All about you |
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Well it's just a waste of time |
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This old broken record song |
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It plays over in my head |
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It just goes on and on and on |
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It just goes on and on and on |
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So here I am again, coming in from the cold |
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Here I am again, humming your tune |
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Here I am again, just waiting around |
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Wishing, wishing I wasn't missing you |
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Wishing I wasn't missing |
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Wishing I wasn't missing you |
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So maybe I should go get lost |
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Or maybe I should go get drunk |
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Or maybe I should just forget |
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All about you |
