| I heard you say you don’t feel right
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| Somethin' must’ve changed inside
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| She said, «I still love the bands and the boy down the street
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| But everybody else gives me the creeps»
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| And there’s a hole in you now
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| Like the windshield was taken out
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| And everybody’s hurt, and mine ain’t the worst
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| But it’s mine and I’m feelin' it now
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| Sometimes I think it’s haunted inside this house
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| And I hear you cryin' over the phone
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| «Where have all the good times gone?»
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| Down in a glass of shouting matches
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| Lost in the songs they don’t write anymore
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| (Hey hey hey!) It’s all right
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| I ain’t tryin' to bring you down tonight
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| (Hey hey hey!) Oh my, my, she says, «I don’t mind»
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| «I'm just so tired of the empty sheets I sleep beside»
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| Heard you say it’s gone all wrong
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| Since when did the days and the nights get so long?
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| She said, «I still miss the scene and the dying breed
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| But now I’d settle for some company»
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| And there were things that I did
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| Just so I could feel anything
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| But somewhere along, something went off
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| And I woke up with blood on my lips
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| And yeah, there were nights I just did whatever I liked
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| And now I hear you cryin' over the phone
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| «Where have all the good times gone?»
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| Down in a glass of shouting matches
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| Lost in the songs they don’t write anymore
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| But hey hey hey, it’s all right
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| I ain’t tryin' to bring you down tonight
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| (Hey hey hey!) Oh my, my, she says, «I don’t mind»
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| «I'm just so tired of the empty sheets I sleep beside»
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| And now I hear you cryin' over the phone
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| «Where have all the good times gone?»
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| Down in a glass of shouting matches
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| Lost in the songs you don’t write anymore
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| But hey! |
| hey! |
| hey! |
| It’s all right (Hey Hey Hey!)
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| I ain’t tryin' to bring you down tonight
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| (Hey hey hey!) And «oh my, my» she said, «I don’t mind
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| 'Cause maybe someday they’re gonna love me back to life!»
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| (Sleep my baby, sweet Rosemary)
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| My name is Rosemary
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| (Sleep my baby, sweet Rosemary)
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| And you’d be lucky to meet me
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| (Sleep my baby, sweet Rosemary)
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| My name is Rosemary
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| (Sleep my baby, sweet Rosemary)
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| Yeah, you’d be lucky if you get to hold me
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| My name is Rosemary, and you’d be lucky to meet me |