| When I’m sure you’re gone at last
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| I make believe that I have no past
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| I make good cheer and wipe away all the tears
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| I take another room, find another friend
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| And when I feel that you’re not real I stop and then
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| Oh wow it’s you again
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| How odd I should meet you here
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| Oh wow it’s you again
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| You haunt me
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| You taunt me
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| Why don’t you disappear?
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| This hotel had a view
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| One brick wall and shades of blue
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| I paid my bill and started over again
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| I flipped another penny, counted up to ten
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| I let’er rip just like a gypsy dog and then
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| Oh wow it’s you again
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| How odd I should meet you here
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| Oh wow it’s you again
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| You haunt me
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| You taunt me
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| Why don’t you disappear?
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| In this warm and foreign place
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| There’s not one familiar face
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| It seems this time I’ve left myself far behind
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| I write another letter I know I’ll never send
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| I lock the door and walk out for some air and then
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| Oh wow it’s you again
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| How odd I should meet you here
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| Oh wow it’s you again
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| You haunt me
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| You taunt me
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| Why don’t you disappear? |