| I found that record you’d been looking for yesterday
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| The one I’d been searching for forever
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| I played that record all night, you were right
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| The last song said it all
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| Even though it skipped a bit, it sounded better
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| I never, I never, I never knew
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| The only way to listen to a record like that
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| Is to play it through
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| But all of this means nothing
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| Yeah, all of this means nothing
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| All of this means nothing
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| Without you
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| I packed up the car and started to drive
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| Without a plan, with no direction
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| You said it’d be good for me
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| To break out of my daily routine
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| You were always trying to teach some lesson
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| You wanted, you wanted, you wanted me
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| To feel the open road with the wind on my face
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| Well, I’m here and I’m finally free
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| But all of this means nothing
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| Yeah, all of this means nothing
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| All of this means nothing
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| Without you
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| You and I were partners in crime
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| Petty thieves in a line up
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| But somehow we wound up here
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| I’m looking at a letter that I wrote to you long ago
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| I wouldn’t even know now where to send it
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| It’s funny how it all poured out on paper
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| If only I had found a way to tell you
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| If only, if only, if only you
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| Had found a way to love me for who I am
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| The way that I loved you
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| But all of this means nothing
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| Yeah, all of this means nothing
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| All of this means nothing
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| Without, without, without, without, without you |