| Well I want to be with you
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| (when can I?)
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| I don’t know, well I’m workin,
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| Babe, but I want you, too, there,
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| But I want to be around
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| And I want you around, deep down
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| Imbedded in my brain,
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| Inbedded in my-wow,
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| What pure pain
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| All of the roads that I travel down
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| Get lost and then found again
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| All bring me back to my baby
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| Yeah, that’s what you are
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| Every time that I look out my window
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| All of my thoughts they go travelin
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| Out where the coldest of winds blow
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| Only to drift back to you, girl
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| Yeah, that’s what you are…
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| And I want to be with you (when can I?)
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| I don’t know, when I’m workin, babe, I want/wish you were here
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| Cuz I want to be around,
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| And I want you around
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| Deep down I’m breakin d-down…
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| Wow, it’s the purest of pure pain
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| Every time that I look out my window
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| All my emotions they are spreading
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| Zip thru winding highways in my head
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| Pick up momentum then I’m coastin
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| Only to turn around abrupt
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| Come back for my love
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| Yeah, that’s what you are
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| Yeah, that’s what you are |