| Another weekend and I feel so low
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| All dressed up but nowhere to go
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| Just a voice on the radio
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| To make me feel good inside
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| It seems so long since those crazy days
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| Hot summer nights and long lazy days
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| Then we both went our own separate ways
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| Trying to feel good inside
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| I got so close, I had you here in my hand
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| I’d turn back time but I’m only a man
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| I’d give this right arm to see you again
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| But that can’t be done
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| Now I don’t know if you’re alive or you’re dead
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| All I’ve got is a picture of you in my head
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| If I knew you were happy, at least I’d accept
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| And try to feel good inside
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| I think about the times we had again and again
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| But there ain’t no use in remembering when
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| We can’t control time, the hand or the pen
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| Having written it just moves on
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| Another weekend and I feel so low
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| Just passing time and time moves so slow
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| How things could have been, I guess I’ll never know
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| But I want to feel good inside
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| Just to feel good inside
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| I want to feel good inside |