| So it’s Friday night
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| My favourite time
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| And thinking back
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| When you were mine
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| Another time I sang, «You're mine»
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| This paradigm
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| Is changing all the time
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| The smell of the trees
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| On nights like these
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| On the streets where we lived
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| Means more to me
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| Walking past that house and I
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| Think about your face and I
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| Wonder what you think and I
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| Know I miss the time we tried
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| Racing down the road and I
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| Face the truth again and I
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| Wonder where you are 'cause I
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| Know it’s you who changed the tide
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| So it’s Friday night
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| Ten past nine
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| Now it’s time
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| Go out for a good time
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| Another time I sang, «You're mine»
|
| This paradigm is changing all the time
|
| The smell of the trees
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| On nights like these
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| On the streets that we lived
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| Means more to me
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| The lights on the street
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| The walks in the dene
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| The sound of your feet means more to me
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| Walking past that house and I
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| Think about your face and I
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| Wonder what you think and I
|
| Know I miss the time we tried
|
| Racing down the road and I
|
| Face the truth again and I
|
| Wonder where you are 'cause I
|
| Know it’s you who changed the tide
|
| Walking past that house and I
|
| Think about your face and I
|
| Wonder where you are 'cause I
|
| Know it’s you who changed the tide
|
| Walking past that house and I
|
| Think about your face and I
|
| Wonder what you think and I
|
| Know I miss the time we tried
|
| Racing down the road and I
|
| Face the truth again and I
|
| Wonder where you are 'cause I
|
| Know it’s you who changed the tide
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| I, I, I, I wonder where you are 'cause I
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| Know it’s you who changed the tide
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| It’s changing all the time
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| So it’s Friday night
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| Go out for a good time |