| Dreams, that’s where I have to go
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| To see your beautiful face anymore
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| I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio
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| Hope, hope there’s a conversation
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| We both admit we had it good
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| But until then it’s alienation, I know
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| That much is understood
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| And I realize
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| If you ask me how I’m doing
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| I would say I’m doing just fine
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| I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind
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| But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two
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| And finally I’m forced to face the truth
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| No matter what I say I’m not over you, not over you
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| Damn, damn boy, you do it well
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| And I thought you were innocent
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| You took this heart and put it through hell
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| But still you’re magnificent
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| I, I’m a boomerang, and don’t matter how you throw me
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| I turn around and I’m back in the game
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| Even better than the old me
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| But I’m not even close without you
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| If you ask me how I’m doing
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| I would say I’m doing just fine
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| I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind
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| But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two
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| And finally I’m forced to face the truth
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| No matter what I say I’m not over you
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| And if I had the chance to renew
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| You know there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do
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| I could get back on the right track
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| But only if you’d be convinced
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| So until then…
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| If you ask me how I’m doing
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| I would say I’m doing just fine
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| I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind
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| But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two
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| And finally I’m forced to face the truth
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| No matter what I say I’m not over you |