| It was January 1963
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| When Johnny came home with a gift for me
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| He said, «I bought it for you because I love you
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| And I bought it for you 'cause it’s your birthday, too»
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| He was so very nice, he was so very kind
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| To think of me at this point in time
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| I used to think of him, he used think of me
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| He told me to close my eyes
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| My gift would be a great surprise
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| I saw tears were in his eyes
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| He never meant to hurt me
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| Oh, God, Johnny, don’t point that gun at me
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| There’s so many ways our lives hav changed
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| But please, I bg, don’t do this to me
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| Johnny, don’t point that gun at me
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| Can I save my life at any price?
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| For God’s sake won’t you listen to me?
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| And though he was ashamed that he had took a life
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| Johnny came home with another wife
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| And he often remembered how it used to be
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| Before that special occasion, 1963
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| There’s too many ways that you could kill someone
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| Like in a love affair, when the love has gone
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| He used to think of her, she used to think of him |