| I’m glad to see you
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| I had a funny dream
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| You were wearing funny shoes
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| You were going to a dance
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| You were dressed like a punk but you are too young
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| to remember
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| Glad to see you
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| I’m outside the house
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| I’m not thinking right today
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| I’ve got no energy
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| I’m glad that you are waiting with me
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| Tell me all about your day
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| Breaking off is misery
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| I see a wilderness for you and me
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| Punctuated by philosophy
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| And a wondering how things could’ve been
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| I’m happy for you
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| You’ve made it hard for me
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| I counted on your company
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| You are staying with your friends tonight
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| I’m feeling sorry for myself
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| I keep taking everything to be a sign
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| I’m happy for you
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| Now I know this hurt is poison
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| Too sharp to be bled
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| I’m sitting on my empty bed
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| On my empty bed
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| At night the fever grows it’s pounding pounding
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| I’d rather be in Tokyo
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| I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
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| Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
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| There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo
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| Scary moment, lovin' every moment
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| I was high from playing shows
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| We lost a singer to her clothes
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| My trouble raised its ugly head
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| I was revealed
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| And I was home in bed
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| I was a kid again
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| Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in
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| the world
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| And protect the wayward child
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| But I’m a little lost sheep
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| I need my Bo Peep
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| I know I need My Shepherd here tonight
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| Breaking off is misery
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| I see a wilderness for you and me
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| Punctuated by philosophy
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| And a wondering how things could’ve been
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| I’d like to see you
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| But really I should stay away
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| And let you settle down
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| I’ve got no claims to your crown
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| I was the boss of you
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| And I loved you
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| You know I loved you
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| It’s all over now
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| I was there for you
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| When you were lonely
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| I was there when you were bad
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| I was there when you were sad
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| Now it’s my time of need
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| I’m thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side?
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| I’d rather be in Tokyo
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| I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
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| Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
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| There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo |