| I guess you wonder what’s become of me?
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| Well, I’m doing fine
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| I’ve just got so much to do I lose track of time
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| I come home and go to sleep
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| I get up and go to work
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| And before I know it I’ve marked
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| Another day off my calendar
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| It’s been one year, two months
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| Three weeks and four days without you
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| Four hundred fifty long nights of thinking about you
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| The lonely hours and minutes keep mounting
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| But who’s counting?
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| I go out to see a show when I can squeeze one in
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| But sometimes a game of solitare takes all weekend
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| I listen to the radio or watch TV till it goes off
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| The rest of the time I just sit around staring at the clock
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| It’s been one year, two months
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| Three weeks and four days without you
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| Four hundred fifty long nights of thinking about you
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| The lonely hours and minutes keep mounting
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| But who’s counting?
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| Who counts the nights of a walking the floor
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| And who keeps track of tears anymore
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| I for one don’t have time to waste
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| It doesn’t matter to me that tomorrow makes, tomorrow makes
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| One year, two months
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| Three weeks and four days without you
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| Four hundred fifty long nights of thinking about you
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| The lonely hours and minutes keep mounting
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| But who’s counting… |