| You never looked back, you never dared
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| Oh, please, do not remind me
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| What if you were wrong, what if you cared?
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| Oh, why would I?
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| You’re dacing the week away
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| You’re fooling a few maybe
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| But on a bus down Memory Lane, you cannot help but cry:
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| «Heaven knows I miss him now
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| Heaven knows I’m coming back
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| Heaven knows I will see him sigh
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| It’s like a heart attack
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| But I never, no, never dig wrong
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| Heaven knows I miss him now»
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| I can’t see the reason why you lie
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| Oh, well, it’s not that often
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| Let me tell you when and how
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| Oh, and to whom
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| On weekdays you feel OK
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| On Fridays you stay out late
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| On sundays, when you ache at home, you cannot help but cry
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| The memories will haunt you 'til the end
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| You listen to your loved songs from back then
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| Music sounds better with him
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| Music sounds better
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| «Heaven knows I miss him now
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| Heaven knows I’m coming back
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| Heaven knows I will see him sigh
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| It’s like a heart attack
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| But I never, no, never dig wrong
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| Heaven knows I miss him now» |