| Some stupid pictures, some vacation, someone I don’t know
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| And ten expert opinions on some stranger’s post
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| And then a note, much to my surprise
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| From a face I haven’t seen in a long, long time
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| To say you’re fine over a couple pages
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| Between the lines, you were really saying
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| Sometimes, I just wonder what
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| It would’ve been like, if you were with me
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| Don’t worry your mind, I’m not crying at night
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| I just think of you sometimes
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| Sometimes, yeah
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| He’s walking his dog out on Venice beach
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| Said he came to Los Angeles to chase some dream
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| «In '95"he said «I left my girls behind»
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| And the time of second chances, it’s been gone for a long time
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| I called a phone, I rambled on again
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| But after the tone, what I really meant was
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| Sometimes, I just wonder what
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| It would’ve been like, if you were with me
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| Don’t worry your mind, I’m not crying at night
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| I just think of you sometimes, oh-ooh
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| We say goodbye as if we’re going places
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| And you can try but you can’t keep your heart
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| From saying sometimes, I just wonder what
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| It would’ve been like, if you were with me
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| Don’t worry your mind, I’m not crying at night
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| I just think of you, I still think of you
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| I just think of you sometimes |