| This could be the day
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| We may find ourselves in a different century
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| Stay, I’ll take you
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| Thirty-five thousand Sunday afternoons back
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| Dear Jack, it’s been a long long time
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| Since we’ve heard from each other
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| And you’re not writing back
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| You will see I’m like you
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| I have a long list of friends
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| You’re trying hard to keep in touch
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| But you lose them in the end
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| You will see I’m like you
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| I have the memories from the past
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| I’m trying to keep you in my mind
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| But the memory wouldn’t last
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| Stacey, Stacey, Stacey said you’d gone away
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| Maybe you are in a better place to stay
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| Stacey, Stacey, Stacey said that it’s okay
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| Stacey, help me!
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| Help me find the way!
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| This could be the day
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| We may meet again
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| There are things that you have to say
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| I’ll make you feel like nothing had changed
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| I’ll take you right back
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| Dear Jack, it’s been a long long time
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| Since we’ve heard from each other
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| And you’re not writing back
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| Stacey, Stacey, Stacey said you’d gone away
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| Maybe you are in a better place to stay
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| Stacey, oh Stacey, Stacey said that it’s okay
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| Stacey, help me!
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| Help me find the way!
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| Oh, Stacey!
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| Oh, Stacey!
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| Oh, Stacey!
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| Oh, Stacey! |