| What was it like?
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| How was it then?
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| To stand on a stage with just a mic and a name and chat like you were with a
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| friend
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| People just heard
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| And little they saw
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| But the words were enough, yeah the words were enough to entertain them all
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| Oh, how beautiful it was to me
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| How beautiful it was to me
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| How beautiful it was to me to listen to simplicity
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| I wonder how we used to be
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| When the telephone rang
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| How did it go?
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| How did it die?
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| To talk to a face in a neighbourhood place telling stories over coffee and pie
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| People said what they meant
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| It was heard on the spot
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| You either tell the truth, or make a bad excuse, or you would lie and get caught
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| Oh, how beautiful it was to me
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| How beautiful it was to me
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| How beautiful it was to me to show your personality
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| I wonder how we used to be
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| Wen the telephone rang
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| Ba ba ba da da da da
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| Will it ever come back?
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| Or is it already gone?
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| To meet your friends on the street
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| And kick a ball with your feet
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| And make it home when the lights come on
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| Oh, how beautiful it was to me
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| How beautiful it was to me
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| How beautiful it was to me to use your curiosity
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| I wonder how we used to be
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| When the telephone rang
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| Ba ba ba da da da da
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| When the telephone rang |