| A 'phone rings in the distance
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| But I know it’s not for me
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| And I stare at my reflection
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| In a mirror that is staring back at me
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| A change in me I see
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| I made all the excuses
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| And played the part like an Oscar nominee
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| Used my persuasions
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| To spend an afternoon in my own company
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| A change of scenery
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| And if on your return
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| Would you be surprised to learn?
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| If I had the nerve to say
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| That this is where I want to be
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| And wait for you to come back to me
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| There’s a photo on the bookcase
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| And many more upon the gallery
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| Search through the smiling
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| And I wonder if there’s space enough for me
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| In your changing history
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| So the phone remains unanswered
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| But I’ll still keep hanging on
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| Leaving optimistic pleas
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| As I try to prove you wrong
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| Please don’t change the song
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| Please don’t change the song
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| And if on your return
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| Would you be surprised to learn?
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| If I had the nerve to say
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| That this is where I want to be
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| And wait for you to come back to me |