| And I know we were both too young way back when we had our thing
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| And you’re not the one that I think of everytime that the telephone rings
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| And I know that what we had would not be called love by the ones we know
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| And I know it’s been many years and a hundred love-affairs ago
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| I know all that so well, but I also do know this:
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| Calleth you, cometh I And that’s just how it is, and how it’s always been
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| It’s where my reason stops and something else comes in I know it doesn’t make sense, but still
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| Calleth you, cometh I That’s how it is That’s how it is my love
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| And I know we became restrained everytime we were among friends
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| And I know how it was last time, and how bitterly it always ends
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| And I know we were both too young to know what real love would be like
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| And I know that our communication didn’t always work out right
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| I know all that so well, but I also do know this
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| Calleth you, cometh I And that’s just how it is, and how it’s always been
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| It’s where my reason stops and something else comes in And I know it doesn’t make sense, but still
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| Calleth you, cometh I That’s how it is…
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| And I’ve been waiting for this so long…
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| Waiting to sing this song, for you…
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| Calleth you, cometh I And I’ve been waiting for this so long…
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| Waiting to sing this song, for you…
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| Calleth you, cometh I |