| I missed my father’s 80th birthday
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| 'Cause I was working nine to five
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| I didn’t want to, but I was just too
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| Too busy thinking about
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| Cars, cash, and credit
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| How to establish myself a blanket
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| To secure me some savings for the years to come
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| I know nothing’s ever over if I can prove
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| My intentions were good
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| So I search for something clever to say to you
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| But I can’t
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| 'Cause the action speaks for itself
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| Now I’m back to zero
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| I just called to tell you
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| Tell you I love you, tell you I love you
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| I just called
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| Called to tell you, really nothing at all
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| You know how these things happen
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| I’m not quite sure what’s been lacking
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| In my life
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| But I think it’s likely it’s you
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| I missed my first real anniversary
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| 'Cause I was drinking by myself
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| Being an artist, yeah I was just too
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| Too busy dreaming about
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| Songs, fame, and romance
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| And «what a groovy night for a moondance»
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| I forgot, it’s not groovy when you’re all alone
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| I know nothing’s ever over if I can prove
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| My intentions were good
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| So I search for something clever to say to you
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| But I can’t
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| 'Cause my tail’s tucked between my knees
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| And I feel real sheepish, oh oh
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| I just called to tell you
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| Tell you I love you, tell you I love you
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| I just called
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| Called to tell you, really nothing at all
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| You know how these things happen
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| I’m not quite sure what’s been lacking
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| In my life
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| But I think it’s likely it’s you
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| Oh, I think it’s likely it’s
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| Oh, I think it’s likely it’s you |