| Hate to say I’m glad you called
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| But you know I always tell the truth
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| It’s been a while and lots of miles
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| I wouldn’t say I have been missing you
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| The first week I stayed in my bed
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| That summer went straight to my head
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| The first year without you
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| I walked like the dead
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| I hate to say I’m glad you called
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| Even though it doesn’t matter now
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| There was a time I might have cared
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| But I’m seeing someone else now
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| I don’t have to think very hard
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| To rewind every frame of my love
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| I never I could never get enough
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| Of your stuff
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| Look around look around look around
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| Babe, I look around
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| I look around look around look around
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| Babe, I look around
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| Hate to say I’m glad you called
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| But you know I always tell the truth, baby
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| It’s been a while and lots of miles
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| I wouldn’t say that I’ve been missing you
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| The first week I cried in my bed
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| That summer I hurt and I bled
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| The first year without you
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| Is hard to forgive
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| So hard to forgive
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| So hard to forgive |