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You are the crowded streets that I walk in |
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You are the late night calls on my phone |
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You are the patterned sheets that I sleep in |
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You are the evening strolls on my own |
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And for a long time you were my frind |
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And swore you would, swore you'd be to the end |
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But now it seems like Mr and Miss Understood |
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They never did understand |
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That it's a long way |
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From Venus back to everyday |
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Such a long way |
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If all they get is little space |
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You're smilin' though your heart is really aching |
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And you're aching through a really good time |
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You're dreaming through the days of awakening |
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And you're diggin' deep in dug-out mines |
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Well for a long time I trhought your pains and worries were |
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Just occasional blues |
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But although this case got worse and became hard |
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To make it work out with you |
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It's a long way |
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From Venus back to everyday |
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Such a long way |
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If all we get is little space |
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But I've tried, for sure I've tried to work this out |
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To wash this out of my brain |
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But it seems like I always will |
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Have to pay those precious bills |
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When debt is all the remains |
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Of our love |
