| I said that I felt jailed up
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| As if our doors were nailed up
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| I said I needed separate places
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| Parties, room to move around in
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| I said I needed my fling
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| Had to get out and do some other thing
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| It took me months to calculate
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| That I had nothing left without you-
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| Dan, my fling is all flung out
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| Now I’ve got to fall back on dreams
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| I thought I’d try and write you
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| I thought I’d try and phone you
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| I thought I’d try to tell you
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| That I smell your hair still on my pillow
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| But you’d just mile to please me
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| You’d shake your head, you’d tease me —
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| Remind me it was I who first claimed
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| That we both required freedom
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| I’d dream up schemes to meet you
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| I’d nonchalantly greet you
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| I’d ask you up for coffee
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| Anytime you had an hour open
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| You say you like my hair long
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| You ask me if I’ve written any new songs
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| You’d laugh, you’d turn and cross the street
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| And leave me dizzy with your laughter —
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| I hear you’re leaving this town
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| You and some girl gonna travel around
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| You bought a car with foldback seats
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| You’ll camp out by the lakes and forests
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| I lie alone in our old bed
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| Your laughter it’s echoin' inside my head
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| I close my eyes, I smell your hair
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| It’s like I haven’t slept in years — |