| There must be many times
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| I had a hand of dimes
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| And every phone I tried
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| Was broken down
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| To the bottom line
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| That these are games of time
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| When on the street I don’t look and I’ll
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| See you everywhere
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| Don’t mean to say
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| That I ain’t gonna try now
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| That when I see it’s in you’re eyes
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| And it’s true
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| Well you don’t have to leave the floor
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| When you can’t deal with the feeling any more
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| There must be many lines
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| That make a laugh of times
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| While we’re out running round
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| And having fun
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| Give me a special sign
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| Pick up this call of mine
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| It’s rung out fifteen times
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| And I’m staring into space
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| Don’t mean to say
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| That I ain’t gonna try now
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| That when I see it’s in your eyes
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| I know it’s true
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| But who knows what feelings stand for sure
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| Except that I don’t really want to leave her anymore
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| Who’s there to say
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| That I ain’t gonna try now
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| That when I see it’s in your eyes
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| I know it’s true
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| Who knows what really stands for sure
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| When you can’t deal with this whole thing anymore
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| Cos I can’t stand it being out here
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| On my own anymore
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| Help me deal with this feeling
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| I’ll be sure |