| Oh it’s was good
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| Good to see you again
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| Good to meet your girlfriend
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| I’ll try not to wonder where you are
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| When you go outside to kiss her
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| In the front seat of your car
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| And it’s good
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| Good to be back home
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| How I missed this time zone
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| Oh… strangers they’re exciting
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| Their mystery never ends
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| But there’s nothing like looking at your own history
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| In the faces of your friends
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| And it’s bad
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| To have eyes like neon signs
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| Flashing open, open, open
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| Open, open, open, open, open
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| Open all the time
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| And it’s bad
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| That I wrapped you in a fantasy
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| And that I carry you with me
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| M… but lately it seems like everybody’s
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| Joined at the hip
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| And I’m still fancy
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| Oh, I’m so fancy
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| Fancy free
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| Sometimes the beauty is easy
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| Sometimes you don’t have to try at all
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| Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake
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| Sometimes there’s poetry written right
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| On a bathroom wall
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| And it’s bad
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| That I took that second look
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| I guess I’m an open book
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| Oh… you know I didn’t really intend
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| To embrace you that long
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| But then again I noticed that I wasn’t the only one
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| Hanging on
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| 'cause baby you know it was good
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| Good to see you again
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| Good to meet your girlfriend
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| I’ll try not to wonder where you are
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| When you go outside to kiss her
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| In the front seat of your car |