| We knew each other when we were very young
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| High school sweethearts, or something American
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| Now we’ve become older I only see photos
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| She’s what I thought, something American
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| Something American
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| But you don’t call me now
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| And I don’t think too much about you
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| But when she’s not around
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| I can feel you’re lonely
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| Oh, I can feel you’re lonely somehow
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| I’m not nice like her
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| Won’t wear white like her
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| Don’t live life with the pages mapped out
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| No, I’m not perfect
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| But then no one is
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| We’re all reaching for something American
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| But you don’t call me now
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| And I don’t think too much about you
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| But when she’s not around
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| I can feel you’re lonely
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| I can feel you all night
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| In my dreams I find
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| The stars align and they all collide
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| And it’s you and I
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| Oh, back in time, it feels so right
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| But you don’t call me now
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| And I don’t think too much about you
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| But when she’s not around
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| I can feel you’re lonely, oh
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| You don’t call me now
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| And I don’t think too much about you
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| But when she’s not around
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| I can feel you’re lonely, oh
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| I can feel you’re lonely somehow
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| We knew each other when we were very young
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| High school sweethearts, or something American |