| We were on the best of terms
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| Only spoke when we were spoken to
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| But in some language without words
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| I thought I heard him say, we were through
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| I tried to find it in his eyes
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| I looked for clues in books and poetry
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| I searched for days between the lines
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| Till he caught me crying and said to me
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| Oh take me in your arms and hold me
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| Where is it that I’ve been running to?
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| These chains that bind me now are only
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| bonds of a love, so strong and true
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| Once he saw me with a friend
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| Someone I like a lot and used to know
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| He talked as if it were the end
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| But I was bored and I told him so
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| I left for nowhere in a car
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| Having picked a fight and slammed the door
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| It didn’t take me very far
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| Till I realised my love wouldn’t stand much more
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| Oh take me in your arms and hold me
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| Where is it that I’ve been running to?
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| These chains that bind me now are only
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| bonds of a love, so strong and true
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| Straining at the bonds of love
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| Straining at the bonds of love
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| Straining at the bonds of love
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| Straining at the bonds of love
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| Oh take me in your arms and hold me
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| Where is it that I’ve been running to?
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| These chains that bind me now are only
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| bonds of a love, so strong and true |