| All along I was searching for my Lenore
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| In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe
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| Now I’m sober and «Nevermore»
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| Will the Raven come to bother me at home
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| Calling you, calling you home
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| You… calling you, calling you home
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| By the door you said you had to go
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| Couldn’t help me anymore
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| This I saw coming, long before
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| So I kept on staring out the window
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| Calling you, calling you home
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| You… calling you, calling you home
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| I am a natural entertainer, aren’t we all
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| Holding pieces of dying ember
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| I’m just trying to remember who I can call
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| Who can I call
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| Home… calling you, calling you
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| I run a secret propaganda
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| Aren’t we all hiding pieces of broken anger
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| I’m just trying to remember who I can call
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| Can I call
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| It isn’t, or is it a natural conception
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| Torn by the arms in opposite direction
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| It isn’t or is it a Modernist reaction
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| It isn’t, or is it a natural conception
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| Torn by the arms in opposite direction
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| It isn’t or is it a Modernist reaction
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| Is it like this
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| Is it always the same
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| When a heartache begins, is it like this
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| Do you like this
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| Is it always the same
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| Will you come back again
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| Do you like this
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| Is it always the same
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| Will come back again
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| Do you like this
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| Do you like this
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| Is it like this
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| Is it always the same
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| If you change your phone number, will you tell me
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| Is it like this
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| Is it always the same
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| When a heartache begins, is it like this
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| If you like this
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| Will you remember my name
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| Will you play it again, if you like this |