| I sit alone and I’ll listen to my heartbeat
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| And then I make believe it’s yours
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| I hear the phone ring and I call for you to answer it
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| But you’re not here anymore
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| I change the channel and I love to see your eyes roll
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| But no one’s there to look across
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| I’ll always wonder where these fifty-something years ago
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| But in my living room I’m lost
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| Jean, Jean, won’t you find me?
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| Jean, Jean, won’t you find me?
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| I hope our children find the love like you and I, Jean
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| Someone to guide you through the years
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| I sit alone and I look up to the sky, Jean
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| Until my eyes are filled with tears
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| You’re in my seconds, in my minutes, in my hours
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| And not a single day you pass
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| When I will dream about a time that will that involve us
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| To be together, Jean, at last
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| Jean, Jean, won’t you find me?
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| Jean, Jean, won’t you find me?
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| Jean, Jean, won’t you find me?
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| Jean, Jean, won’t you find me?
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| Jean, I never dreamed that we’d be seeing out these years so far apart
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| Jean, I hope you find me in the dark
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| You’ll always be my Jean |