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Girl, I know you're not coming back anymore |
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So why, oh, why do I keep on watching the door? |
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I talk to you |
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As though you can hear what I say |
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But I'll lose my mind |
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If I keep on acting this way |
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I've got to get a hold on myself |
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Got to make believe I don't care |
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Got to go someplace |
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Find a brand new place |
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Got to get out and get somewhere |
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Got to get a hold on myself |
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Got to take what life has to give |
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Got to get on the track |
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And lay down and die |
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Got to get a hold on myself |
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Late at night I hear footsteps sound down the hall |
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And I tell myself that you're coming back after all |
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Telephone rings but there's no one on the line |
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No, no, no, when I stop and think |
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I know it's all in my mind |
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I've got to get a hold on myself |
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Got to make believe I don't care |
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Got to go someplace |
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Find a brand new place |
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Got to get out and get somewhere |
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Got to get a hold on myself |
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Got to take what life has to give |
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Got to get on the track |
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And lay down and die |
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Got to get a hold on myself |
