| Hold my face I’m sitting down
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| Warming up for the show
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| I’m singing backstage on my own
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| So far from your mother’s home
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| Let’s not speak of grief or debt
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| There’s nothing here but hatred
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| Please don’t ask about respect
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| Coz you’ve left it all behind
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| Way back in those golden times
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| Golden times, I loved you, think
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| Back to those golden times
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| Golden times, I loved you first
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| So hear these words
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| But don’t believe
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| Please don’t believe I loved you
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| Hear these words
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| But don’t believe
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| Please don’t believe I loved you first
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| Way back in those golden times
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| Golden times, I loved you, think
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| Back to those golden times
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| Golden times, I loved you first
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| Hear these words
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| But don’t believe
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| Please don’t believe I loved you
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| Hear these words
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| But don’t believe
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| Please don’t believe I loved you first
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| Way back in those golden times
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| Golden times, I loved you, think
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| Back to those golden times
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| Golden times, I loved you when I think
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| Back to those golden times
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| Golden times, I loved you, think
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| Back to those golden times
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| Golden times, I loved you first |