| Tell me why when I’m alone
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| My room looks bigger than it is
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| My left hand is stuck on the phone
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| The other one scratches my knees
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| I press my face against the window
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| And my ears against the wall
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| I hear the rain and see the snow
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| I’m not bored, not at all
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| When I’m alone
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| When I’m alone
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| Across the country my baby knows there’s something wrong
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| When I’m alone
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| When I’m alone
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| She calls me on the phone
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| She plays the trumpet Well I just miss her so much
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| That I could write an entire book
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| So I wrote down this song
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| So that she can have a look
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| At me on my own, quietly growing old
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| My eyes staring at the shirt
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| The one I didn’t fold
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| When I’m alone
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| When I’m alone
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| Across the country my baby knows there’s something wrong
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| When I’m alone
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| When I’m alone
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| She calls me on the phone
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| And says
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| «Jil, you seem pretty tired
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| You seem to be worried
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| 'cause I am not behind you «She says
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| «Jil, go and tidy up your room 'cause I am coming soon «Yeah Yeah Yeah |