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I got an invitation from a girl I used to know back home |
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It was an invitation asking me to telephone |
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She said, it's getting lonely here |
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And I've been gone for close a year |
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I took the first flight out to meet the girl I used to know back home |
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She met me off the flight, a million dollars in her long red gown |
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With a man in a black hat just to drive us back to town |
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Now the faces all look the same |
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And all the places have the same old names |
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But in a year you've changed just like the girl I used to know back home |
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Yes, in a year you've changed just like the girl I used to know back home |
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Maybe it's true that I go on and on and on |
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Maybe it's true that I'm the lonely one alone |
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What can I say to you, what can I say to you? |
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Yes, in a year you've changed just like the girl I used to know back home |
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It took another year before I started getting itchy toes |
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And then I had to leave, but that's the way the story goes |
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Well I reckon if she'd made me stay |
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I'd never live to see another day |
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I took the first flight out and left the girl I used to know back home |
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Maybe it's true that I go on and on and on |
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Maybe it's true that I'm the lonely one alone |
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What can I say to you, what can I say to you? |
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I took the first flight out and left the girl I used to know back home |
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Back home, I left the girl back home |
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I left the girl back home |
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I left the girl back home |
