| Long ago, so far away
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| I fell in love with you before the second show.
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| Your guitar it sounds so sweet and clear
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| But it’s just the radio and you’re not really here.
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| (Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby ?)
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| (You said you’d be coming back this way again, baby)
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| (Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby ?)
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| Loneliness is such a sad affair
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| And I can hardly wait to sleep with you again.
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| What to say to make you come again?
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| Come back and play for me your sad guitar.
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| (Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby ?)
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| (You said you’d be coming back this way again, baby)
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| (Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby ?)
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| (Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby ?)
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| (You said you’d be coming back this way again, baby)
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| (Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby ?) |