| I watched her struggle with her luggage
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| The possessions of a girl possessed
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| I offered her my help and she took my shoulder
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| And cried like a girl obsessed
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| I said you wouldn’t want a lover
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| Who acts sentimental and gave the wishful thinking a rest
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| She said his parting shot was the problems you got
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| And the boys who will suit you the best
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| Sometimes I get so sentimental
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| Sometimes I can hardly breathe
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| Sometimes I want to take you in my arms
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| And make you understand me, oh-oh-oh
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away
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| But not from me
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| Oh, I can’t understand this passionate ritual
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| One step to the bottom of your heart
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| And I’m up to my neck in the fountain of pleasure
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| And I’m up to my neck in your heart
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| Sometimes I get so sentimental
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| Sometimes I can hardly breathe
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| Sometimes I want to take you in my arms
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| And make you understand me, oh-oh-oh
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away
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| But not from me
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| Sometimes I get so sentimental
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| Sometimes I can hardly breathe
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| Sometimes I want to take you in my arms
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| And make you understand me, oh-oh-oh
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away, why don’t you
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away, why don’t you
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away, (walk away, walk away)
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away, why don’t you
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| Walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away |