| All the Sundays I never had
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| Well I’m making up for it
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| All the chances I never grabbed
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| Well I’m making up for it now
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| Ooh, is there really no way to know
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| Ooh, if the memory doesn’t call
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| Honey all the hours I laid in bed
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| Well I’m making up for it
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| Lock the living to you instead
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| Well I’m making up for it now
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| Ooh, is it really so hard to see
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| Ooh, if the world is alright with me
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| It’s something forgotten
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| There’s something right
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| Over and over, out of sight
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| Building me, try again every day
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| Ahh, anyway
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| Ahh, what d’you say?
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| Honey all the fires I never tend
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| Well I’m making up for it
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| Let society off the hook
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| Well I’m making up for it now
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| Ooh, is there really no way to know
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| Ooh, if the memory doesn’t call
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| It’s something forgotten
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| There’s something right
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| Over and over, out of sight
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| Building me, try again every day
|
| Ahh, anyway
|
| Ahh, what d’you say?
|
| It’s something forgotten
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| There’s something right
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| Over and over, out of sight
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| Building me, try again every day
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| Ahh, anyway
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| Ahh, what d’you say?
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| Ahh, anyway
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| Ahh, what d’you say?
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| Ahh, anyway
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| Ahh, what d’you say?
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| Ahh, anyway
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| Ahh, what d’you say?
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| Ahh, anyway
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| Ahh, what d’you say?
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| Ahh, anyway
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| Ahh, what d’you say? |