| Did somebody ask that hurtin' question
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| What are you searchin' for
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| Well how could you tell you know what I’m thinkin'
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| When I don’t know nothin' at all
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| Well the faces may change as hearts rearrange
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| Set on a course of their own
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| If I stay afloat, by this lump in my throat
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| I don’t know nothin' at all
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| A face in the crowd, a fool on the phone
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| Showin' his face at the door
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| I look at him and he looks at me
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| And we don’t see nothin' at all
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| Old love has new eyes
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| Two lips, same sweet smile
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| And a gentle hand
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| I’ll never hold again
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| In the old ways I’m slow to change
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| Still turn around when I hear your name
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| From across the room
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| In the air and the way she moves |