| Well I’ve got a little tune that I could hum to turn back time
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| Back to all our better days and nights
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| Well now what a fool to figure that forever you’d be mine
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| Well I wrote a little rhyme to make it right
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| And I found a pretty way to say
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| That I can’t throw it all away
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| A little song to make you stay
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| Well I’ve been looking backward now until I’ve damn near gone blind
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| Searching for a pretty sight to see
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| Finding out the only thing I’m needing now to find
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| Is finally standing right in front of me
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| And I think I stole a melody
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| To stop you now from leaving me
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| A little song to make you see
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| Well you could kill the engine and just cool it for awhile
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| And I could do my best just to keep it light
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| And maybe for a moment you’ll remember how to smile
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| Maybe we’re fogetting how to fight
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| Well you don’t want me anymore
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| Just wait until I count to four
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| And you’re tapping on the hardwood floor
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| And I’ll sing it for you til I’m blue
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| For any good that it could do
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| A little song to pull us through
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| Well I’ve got a little tune that I could hum to turn back time
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| Back to all our better days and nights
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| Well what fool to figure that forever you’d be mine
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| Well I wrote a little rhyme to make it right |