| I lose some sales
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| And my boss won’t be happy
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| But I can’t stop listening to the sound
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| Of two soft voices
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| Blended in perfection
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| From the reels of this record that I found
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| I lose some sales
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| And my boss won’t be happy
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| But I can’t stop listening to the sound
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| Of two soft voices
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| Blended in perfection
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| From the reels of this record that I found
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| Every day there’s a boy in the mirror
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| Asking me what I am doing here?
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| Finding all my previous motives
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| Growing increasingly unclear
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| I’ve traveled far and I’ve burned all the bridges
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| I believed as soon as I hit land
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| All the other options held before me
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| Would wither in the light of my plan
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| So I lose some sales and my boss won’t be happy
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| But there’s only one thing on my mind
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| Search in boxes, underneath the counter
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| On a chance that on a tape I’d find
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| A song for
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| Someone that needs somewhere
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| To long for
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| Someone who needs somewhere
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| To long for
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| Homesick, cause I no longer know
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| Where home is
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| Cause I no longer know |