| I stopped by to look around
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| For things I left behind
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| With the years we spent together
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| There’s no telling what I’ll find
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| Its not the keys or the records
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| It’s the love I’m looking for
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| 'Cause the last time that I had it
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| I was walking out your door
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| And I came by to get some things
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| I used to call my own
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| I didn’t think that I’d need them
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| When I started out alone
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| It’s not the books or the records
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| But my heart I’m looking for
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| 'Cause the last time that I felt it
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| I was walking out your door
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| But I don’t know where to start
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| Looking for the lonely heart
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| Oh I could tear this place apart if you won’t mind it
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| On a shelf behind the book
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| In the closet on a hook
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| If you’d only help me look I know I’ll find it
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| I stopped in to tell you
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| That there isn’t any doubt
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| That the things I left here with you
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| Are the things I can’t live without
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| You can keep all that I have ever owned
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| It’s the love I’m looking for
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| 'Cause the the last time I felt it
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| I was walking out your door
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| But I don’t know where to start
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| Looking for the lonely heart
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| Oh I could tear this place apart if you won’t mind it
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| Is it on a shelf behind the book
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| On a closet on the hook
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| If you’d only help me look, I know we’ll find it |