| I guess I kinda sort of know
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| I ought to be thinking of you
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| But the friendship’s built on trust
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| And that’s something you never do
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| Well who knows maybe tomorrow
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| We can share each other’s sorrow
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| And compare our grave manner
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| As we wave our lonely banners
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| If you ever think of me
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| I’ll be thinking of you
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| If you decide to change your views
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| I’m thinking of you
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| You can walk away from loneliness
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| Anytime you choose
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| And you’re the sort of person
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| That hasn’t anything to lose
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| But who cares maybe tomorrow
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| You can lead and I could follow
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| So walk where angels fear to tread
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| For everything you’ve ever wanted
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| And if you ever think of me
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| I’ll be thinking of you
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| If you can spare an hour or two
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| You’ll know what to do
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| I could be the one thing there
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| In your our of need
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| So if you decide to change your views
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| I’m thinking of you
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| Let’s roll the dice
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| In the fools paradise…
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| Share moonlit nights
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| Breathing nothing but lies
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| Let’s open our eyes…
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| We should take a bus to somewhere else
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| To somewhere new
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| Thank god we’re alive |
| And bite off more than we can chew
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| Do the things that just don’t matter
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| Laugh while others look in anger
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| Stumble over four leaf clovers
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| And say goodbye to lonely banners
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| If you ever think of me
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| I’ll be thinking of you
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| Through thick and thin I bear it and grin
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| And never give in
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| I could be the one thing there
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| In your our of need
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| So if you decide to change your views
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| I’m thinking of you |