| Maybe I’ve forgotten
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| The name and the address
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| Of everyone I’ve ever known
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| It’s nothing I regret
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| Save it for another day
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| It’s the school exam
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| The kids have run away
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| I would like a place I could call my own
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| Have a conversation on the telephone
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| Wake up every day, that would be a start
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| I would not complain of my wounded heart
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| I was upset, you see
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| Almost all the time
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| You used to be a stranger
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| Now you are mine
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| I wouldn’t even trust you
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| I’ve not got much to give
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| We’re dealing in the limits
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| And we don’t know who with
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| You may think that I’m out of hand
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| That I’m naive, I’ll understand
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| On this occasion it’s not true
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| Look at me, I’m not you
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| I would like a place I could call my own
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| Have a conversation on the telephone
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| Wake up every day, that would be a start
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| I would not complain of my wounded heart
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| I was a short fuse
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| Burning all the time
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| You were a complete stranger
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| Now, you are mine
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| I would like a place I could call my own
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| Have a conversation on the telephone
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| Wake up every day, that would be a start
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| I would not complain about my wounded heart
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| Just wait 'til tomorrow
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| I guess that’s what they all say
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| Just before they fall apart |