| It’s 4.30 and I’m not sleeping
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| It’s a battle I can’t win
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| These walls are paper thin now I’m leaving
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| Five hundred miles to the west
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| Oh it’s the subject of my prayers
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| It’s a dream that no one dares put to the test
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| I remember all the times I lay with my Jenny
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| I remember all the nights I held her in my arms
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| Yeah, I remember all the times I stayed with my Jenny
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| Oh and look at her now, whoa, oh just look at her now
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| Oh, oh
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| I am driving, heading home
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| All the things I leave behind are always on my mind
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| I can’t forget her
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| Down Oxford Street the rain is pouring as she hails a taxi cab
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| She knows the future she should have is all behind her
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| I remember all the times I la y with my Jenny
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| I remember all the nights I held her in my arms
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| I remember all the times I stayed with my Jenny
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| Oh and look at her now, whoa, oh just look at her now
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| Oh, oh
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| It’s 4.30 and I’m not sleeping
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| It’s a battle I can’t win
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| As I think of her again so many memories
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| I remember all the times I la y with my Jenny
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| I remember all the nights I held her in my arms
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| Yeah I remember all the times I stayed with my Jenny
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| And look at her now, whoa, oh just look at her now
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh my Jenny, I remember, oh oh |