| I got an invitation from a girl I used to know back home
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| It was an invitation asking me to telephone
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| She said, its getting lonely here
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| And Ive been gone for close a year
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| I took the first flight out to meet the girl I used to know back home
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| She met me off the flight, a million dollars in her long red gown
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| With a man in a black hat just to drive us back to town
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| Now the faces all look the same
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| And all the places have the same old names
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| But in a year youve changed just like the girl I used to know back home
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| Yes, in a year youve changed just like the girl I used to know back home
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| Maybe its true that I go on and on and on Maybe its true that Im the lonely one alone
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| What can I say to you, what can I say to you?
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| Yes, in a year youve changed just like the girl I used to know back home
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| It took another year before I started getting itchy toes
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| And then I had to leave, but thats the way the story goes
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| Well I reckon if shed made me stay
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| Id never live to see another day
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| I took the first flight out and left the girl I used to know back home
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| Maybe its true that I go on and on and on Maybe its true that Im the lonely one alone
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| What can I say to you, what can I say to you?
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| I took the first flight out and left the girl I used to know back home
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| Back home, I left the girl back home
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| I left the girl back home
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| I left the girl back home
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| I left the girl back home
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| I left the girl back home |