| Just when I thought I’d got it made
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| There you go, another way
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| I find it so hard to explain
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| How I felt on that day
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| I held a flower in my hand
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| God rest your soul, my dear old friend
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| Cos I feel like kissing you again Just when I thought I had it all
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| There you go, another way
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| I’m in the back seat of a black car
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| Driving pains and nausea
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| I held a flower in my hand
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| God rest your soul, my dear old friend
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| Cos I feel like kissing you again Holding back my emotion
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| You’re never too deep to find
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| The questions drive you crazy
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| Say I feel like kissing you again I’m so confussed I lock the door
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| But I can’t stop the thing that I came here for
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| I check the photograph and you’re still right here
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| God rest your soul
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| God, turn it all
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| God fills my home every night as I say that I feel like kissing you again
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| I feel like kissing you again |