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As I sit by myself, |
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I've come from so, so far away |
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In such little time, I have gave, |
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My soul, my mind, I've tried so hard to find |
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Is this what I must do, to get by? |
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And I ask myself why? |
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Why don't you write, why don't you call me, |
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I'll wait here |
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I'll find my way, or will you help me out this year? |
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Does she understand me? |
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Listen to what I say |
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Turning her back, on my dreams |
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Watching, waiting |
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You turn your back |
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I'll find my way home, |
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You turn your back |
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Turn your back on my dream, |
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So strong, so weak, we're stronger still |
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Is this what I must do? |
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This I, why? |
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I know |
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Why don't you write, why don't you call me, |
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I'll wait here |
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I'll find my way, or will you help me out this year? |