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Tears rolling down of |
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my face again |
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Hundred thousand people |
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but not a friend |
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Don't you disturb me |
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I believe the best still yet to come |
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Picnics out in the park |
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under the sun |
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Don't you disturb me |
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No, don't you disturb me |
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You don't know how lucky you are |
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until it drifts away |
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The wainting burns me like a hot drink on my skin |
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I'll wait for you at the window |
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I'll wait for you at the window |
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I'll wait for you |
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at the window |
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You do invent my own special friendly ghost |
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The one that knows the things that i like the most |
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Don't you disturb me |
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No, don't you disturb me |
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You don't know how lucky you are |
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until it drifts away |
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The wainting burns me like a hot drink on my skin |
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I'll wait for you at the window |
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I'll wait for you at the window |
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I'll wait for you |
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At the window |
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And (can't undestand) |
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Not wainting by the telephone |
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Cutting the deepest line |
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But between you and I |
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At the window |
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I'll wait for you at the window |
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I'll wait for you at the window |
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I'll wait for you |
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At the window |
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I'll wait for you at the window |
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I'll wait for you at the window |
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I'll wait for you |
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At the window |
