| Bye-bye, my white shoes,
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| They told me too much about you.
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| And I don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know,
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| How did I end up with you.
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| When I gave you some flowers —
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| They were my only happy hours.
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| Oh, how could I know, how could I know,
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| Whether emotions died?
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| Days are all been held at the doors,
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| Rain is dry after your calls.
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| In you home I hope you are alone.
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| Thousands words are melting my heart,
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| No one takes it back to the start.
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| In your home I hope you are alone.
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| Bye-bye, my black shoes,
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| You give me only bad news.
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| And I don’t wanna know,
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| Don’t wanna know
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| Anything else about you.
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| Can you walk away out of my life?
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| Can you walk away out of my mind?
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| Can you walk away a different side of the street?
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| Can you walk away?
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| Oh, can you walk away?
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| Oh, can you walk away?
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| Oh, can you walk away?
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| Days are all been held at the doors,
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| Rain is dry after your calls.
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| In you home I hope you are alone.
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| Thousands words are melting my heart,
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| No one takes it back to the start.
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| In your home I hope you are alone.
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| Days are all been held at the doors,
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| Rain is dry after your calls.
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| In you home I hope you are alone.
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| Days are all been held at the doors,
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| Rain is dry after your calls.
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| In you home I hope you are alone.
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| Thousands words are melting my heart,
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| No one takes it back to the start.
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| In your home
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| I hope you are alone.
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| I hope you are alone.
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| Alone.
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| Oh, I know you are alone.
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| In your home you are alone.
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| In your home.
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| In your home. |