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If I call your name at midnight |
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You would not be there |
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If I call your name at midnight |
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Oh, you would not be there |
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You said my name so sweetly |
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Oh, the one time that you called |
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Oh, you said my name so sweetly |
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That I took my clothes all off |
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Oh, the birds are calling |
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And I do not believe for me |
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Oh, the birds are calling |
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And I do not believe for me |
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Yes, I do not believe for me |
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I thought I saw you walking |
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With your trenchcoat in the rain |
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Yes, I thought I saw you driving |
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Down those streets past me again |
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Yes, I drank the table under |
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And I drank your bitter wine |
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Yes, I drank the table under |
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And I drank your bitter wine |
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Oh, the bells are ringing |
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And I do not believe for me |
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Oh, the bells are ringing |
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And I do not believe for me |
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Yes, I do not believe for me |
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I walk on every Monday |
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With your memories so clear |
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Yes, I walk on vagrant runways |
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I think of how you're near |
