| Your silly notes, your gypsy clothes
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| are all scattered around in my head
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| its been so long since i had a home
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| you’re the only thing that comes to mind
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| When i think of the place
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| that i need to be when i sleep
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| you and me, you and me, you and me
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| gotta love
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| but i cant explain but we’ve aped
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| more then most to get here
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| so i pray that this time
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| we both understand that from
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| Belgrades to Boston
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| were much better off holding hands
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| an envelope that u scribbled on
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| and those old grey pajamas
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| that i used to wear crumbled up
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| on your side of the bed
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| and i cant quite explain what i mean
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| but im trying so hard
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| the windows are closed
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| and the airs blowing hot but im freezing
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| oh darling come home
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| cause winters alone are like punishments for things
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| that we haven’t done wrong
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| and i know, time apart, it wont last
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| cause from belgrades to Boston
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| we’re much better off holding hands
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| we’re much better off holding hands
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| we’re much better off holding hands
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| hallelujah
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| hallelujah
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| hallelujah
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| hallelujah |