| Sometimes at night
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| When I close my eyes
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| I see three women
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| All standing in a line
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| The one on the left
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| She took my heart
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| The one on the right
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| Said she wanted to be free
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| But the one in the middle
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| I still love her
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| And I wonder
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| Does she ever think of me?
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| In my mind
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| I’ve been to a thousand places
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| When I walk down the street
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| I stare into a thousand faces
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| The flame of love
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| Once shined so brightly
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| Now it’s just
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| A slow-burning memory
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| But the one in the middle
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| I still love her
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| Oh, and I wonder
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| Does she ever think of me?
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| Maybe, she wouldn’t even care
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| No, that’s ok
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| It’s all in a dream
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| It’s all in a dream, anyway
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| But the one in the middle
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| Oh, I still love her
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| And I wonder, does she ever think of me?
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| Ohhhhh, I still love her
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| And I wonder, does she ever think of me? |