| Layin' about, lyin' in bed
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| Maybe it was something that I thought I’d said
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| With the tempo of today and the temptation of tomorrow
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| I don’t know if I could give you anything but sorrow
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| They stay alive this late on Radio Five
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| But the pen that I write with won’t tell the truth
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| 'Cause the moments that I can’t recall
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| Are moments that you treasure
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| Better take another measure for pleasure
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| Losing you is just a memory
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| Memories don’t mean that much to me
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| Losing you is just a memory
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| Memories don’t mean that much to me
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| Now you’re here, I’m here too
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| Could be this easy for me and you
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| Losing you is just a memory
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| Memories don’t mean that much to me
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| Losing you is just a memory
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| Memories don’t mean that much to me
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| Lyin' about, layin' in bed
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| Maybe it was something that I thought I’d said |