| Sometimes, late at night
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| I turn on the radio
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| Your music fills the room
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| I just can’t seem to get away from you
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| Saw a life-size paper doll of you
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| In a record store
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| My friends, as well as me
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| Can’t seem to let you go
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| It was finished long ago
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| Sometimes he’s my best friend
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| Even when he’s not around
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| But the sound of his voice
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| Well, it follows me down
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| And reminds me
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| Another famous friend told me
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| «Love doesn’t make a clean break»
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| Didn’t talk about heartache
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| «You have to let him go» Oh
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| Get over it
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| Remember how it was
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| Before our infamous past
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| Had begun
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| You have to let him go
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| He gives such hard advice, oh
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| He gives such hard advice
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| He says, «Don't think twice
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| Turn off the radio
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| It was finished long ago
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| Go write some real songs
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| This is all wrong»
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| Sometimes he’s my best friend
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| Even when he’s not around
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| But the sound of his voice
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| Well, it follows me down
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| And reminds me
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| Sometimes he’s my best friend
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| Even when he’s not around
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| But the sound of his voice
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| Well, it follows me down
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| And reminds me
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| «You have to get over this
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| This pain’s gone on too long
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| Go and write some real songs
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| Stay out of music stores
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| Don’t buy that doll»
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| Sometimes, sometimes
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| «Turn off that radio
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| Turn off that radio
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| Don’t buy that doll
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| Don’t buy that doll» |