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He said that he loved me |
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Never would go |
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Oh oh |
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Oh oh. |
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Now I find I'm sitting here on my own |
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Oh oh |
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Oh oh. |
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Was it something I've said or done |
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That made him pack his bags up and r'un? |
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Could it be another he's found? - |
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It's breaking up the happy home. |
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Mister |
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Can you tell me where my love has gone? |
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He's a Japanese boy. |
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I woke up one morning and my love was gone |
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Oh |
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My Japanese boy |
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Ooh |
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I miss my Japanese boy. |
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People ask about him every day |
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Oh oh |
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Oh oh. |
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Don't know what to tell them |
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What can I say? Oh oh |
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Oh |
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If only he would write me or call |
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A word of explanation |
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That's all. |
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It would stop me climbing the wall. - |
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It's breaking up the happy home. |
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Mister can you tell me where my love has gone? . . . |
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Was it something I've said or done |
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That made him pack his bags up and run? . . . |
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Mister can you tell me where my love has gone? |
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He's a Japanese boy. |
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I woke up once morning and my love was gone |
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Oh my Japanese boy. |
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Mister can you tell me where my love has gone? . . . |