| I hope you remember the good things
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| The good times
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| Thinking alone, thinking of you
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| I still sing «Caroline No»
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| I hope that I’m a good person
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| I want it to be different
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| You still come up in between conversations
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| But when I come home
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| I’ll pretend anyway
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| ‘Cause everybody needs you
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| And everyone loves you
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| Mother, daughter, sister, lover
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| So many things I would tell you
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| So many things I would tell you
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| (When I come home)
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| We talk so much we never mean anything
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| (When I come home)
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| I’d like to tell you how I feel, but I can’t feel
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| (When I come home)
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| We fight so much we never stay still
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| (When I come home)
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| I’d like to get underneath, but we don’t peel
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| She’s back with a heavy low
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| I guess that I could go
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| I want the drums to stop
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| Your friends know you well, so
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| It’s the way life goes
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| And I’m not there now
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| Sitting on my own
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| I should leave her alone
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| She told me many times
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| I don’t listen, I haven’t got the time
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| I could know better, but I like it slow at times
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| She feels, I don’t even know
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| It takes eleven notes
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| To love you in the way I would
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| But there’s no space to flow
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| ‘Cause everybody needs you
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| And everyone loves you
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| Mother, daughter, sister, lover
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| So many things I would tell you
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| So many things I would tell you
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| (When I come home)
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| We talk so much we never mean anything
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| (When I come home)
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| I’d like to tell you how I feel, but I can’t feel
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| (When I come home)
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| We fight so much we never stay still
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| (When I come home)
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| I’d like to get underneath, but we don’t peel
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| (When I come home)
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| We talk so much we never mean anything
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| (When I come home)
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| I’d like to tell you how I feel, but I can’t feel
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| (When I come home)
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| We fight so much we never stay still
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| (When I come home)
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| I’d like to get underneath, but we don’t peel |