| Don’t lock the door
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| I just might be back at four
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| And don’t fret your pretty face
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| Or tidy up the place
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| Cause I’m no the one who promised you
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| Anything but this truth
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| That’s if there will be storms you haven’t seen
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| And you’re not here nor there but in between
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| We might have to start again
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| Only this time as better friends
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| He was your prince in white
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| With a curious lust for the night
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| But you never seemed to mind
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| Even as you were left behind
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| There hardly seemed a thing to say
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| She saw blue but the sky was gray
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| And even though he’s out a lot
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| Ya still got him
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| He’s what you got
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| But he falls asleep again
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| «I'm going out with my girlfriends»
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| And It seems I’ve finally found a way by which to say
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| How I’m sorry everyday I go astray
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| Yes, it seems I’ve finally found a way by which to say
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| How I’m sorry everyday I go astray
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| Astray, astray, astray… I go
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| She wakes up late and she sees before her newspapers spinning 'round
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| Takes just a second to grab her senses as her love comes tumblin' down
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| But she knows inside this is worth each heartache as she hears a familiar sound
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| In the form of an apology
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| Finally found a way by which to say
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| How I’m sorry everyday I go astray
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| Yes, it seems I’ve finally found a way by which to say
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| How I’m sorry everyday I go astray
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| I’ve finally found a way by which to say… |