| Girl I know you’re not coming back anymore
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| So why oh why do I keep on watching the door
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| I talk to you
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| As though you can hear what I say
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| But I’ll lose my mind
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| If I keep on acting this way
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| I’ve got to get a hold on myself
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| Got to make believe I don’t care
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| Got to go someplace
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| Find a brand new place
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| Got to get out and get somewhere
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| Got to get a hold on myself
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| Got to take what life has to give
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| Got to give it a try, can’t lay down and die
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| Got to get a hold on myself
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| Late at night I hear footsteps sound down the hall
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| And I Tell myself that you’re coming back after all
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| Telephone rings but there’s no one on the line
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| No, no, no When I stop and think
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| I know it’s all in my mind
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| I’ve got to get a hold on myself
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| Got to make believe I don’t care
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| Got to go someplace
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| Find a brand new place
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| Got to get out and get somewhere
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| Got to get a hold on myself
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| Got to take what life has to give
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| Got to give it a try, can’t lay down and die
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| Got to get a hold on myself |