| Billy calls me every night
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| Says he wants to hold me tight
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| Johnny calls me every day
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| Says he’ll never go away
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| But it’s you, yes, it’s you
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| Yes, it’s you that I want to be near, here in my arms
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| How I wish that you were here with me
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| How I wish that you were here with me
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| Every time that I say goodbye
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| All I ever do is cry
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| Every time you go away
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| Everything in life is gray
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| 'Cause it’s you, yes, it’s you
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| Yes, it’s you that I want to be near, here in my arms
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| How I wish that you were here with me
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| How I wish that you were here with me
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| You don’t know 'cause
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| You’ve never felt the same way that I do
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| Every time that I hold somebody I’ll only think of you
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| What can I do to make you love me, love me?
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| I would rather be alone
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| Maybe you’ll decide to phone
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| Every time you go away
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| Everything in life is gray
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| 'Cause it’s you, yes, it’s you
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| Yes, it’s you that I want to be near, here in my arms
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| How I wish that you were here with me
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| How I wish that you were here with me
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| I wish you were here with me
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| I don’t want Billy, just you
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| Here with me
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| Why aren’t you here with me? |