| Boy, I’m the man
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| You’re the ghost in this town
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| Could this be it
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| Your final words, your own
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| We rolled the bed
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| Piece by piece, primaplank
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| Then gathered in light
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| You were the grace of my night
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| Thinking about love
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| Thinking about love
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| Thinking about love
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| Thinking about love
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| And I past
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| The years tumble down
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| He’s living alone
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| The only life that you know
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| California, I thought I saw ya'
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| Love of my life, grace of my night
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| Thinking about love
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| Thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love
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| Thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Thinking about love, thinking about love
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| Love |