| Things used to be so good,
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| Made love the best we could.
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| But at times when I should
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| Have understood
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| That we would be what we’d be.
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| All she’d do was complain.
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| All I did was insane.
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| She came out of the rain,
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| Found out my name.
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| I took a plane,
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| Nothing’s the same.
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| Baby doll,
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| I left her back in blue island.
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| And through it all,
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| All she got from me was pain.
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| Come a day
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| When we’ve forgot the time
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| We spent crying,
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| I’ll be around my baby doll.
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| Hung out with all my friends,
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| some weekends never ended.
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| But again and again
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| I made her fend
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| For herself,
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| Left her unattended.
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| Repeat Chorus.
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| Looking back there was so much fun,
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| Hung out with nearly everyone.
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| She slept the nights, I never saw the sun,
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| She cooled down, I let my motor run.
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| If I could get her back some day,
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| I’d do things in a different way.
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| Remember all the things to say,
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| And baby
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| I’ll remember your birthday. |