| Woo!
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| Ahhhhh
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| I could tell myself that I’m just like you
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| That I understand love, but it’s just not true
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| Cause you’re always on my mind
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| And I could talk a girl right out of her clothes
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| I could talk myself into kissing your ghost
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| But you’re always on my mind
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| And I don’t wanna miss you
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| No, I really don’t wanna miss you
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| And I don’t wanna miss you
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| If I could be with you
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| Well I got a lot of problems but it’s no big deal
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| Psychoanalytic literature explains all that I feel
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| Why you’re always on my mind
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| And I’d walk by myself on Cemetery Hill
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| And I played a little game called «Which plot should I fill?»
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| Cause you’re always on my mind
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| And I don’t wanna miss you
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| No, I really don’t wanna miss you
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| And I d-d-don't wanna miss you
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| If I could be with you
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| And I don’t wanna miss you
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| No, I really don’t wanna miss you
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| And I don’t wanna miss you
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| If I could be with you |