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New Order |
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Republic |
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Regret |
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Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address |
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Of everyone I've ever known |
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It's nothing I regret |
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Save it for another day |
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It's the school exam and the kids have run away |
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I would like a place I could call my own |
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Have a conversation on the telephone |
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Wake up every day that would be a start |
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I would not complain of my wounded heart |
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I was upset you see |
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Almost all the time |
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You used to be a stranger |
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Now you are mine |
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I wouldn't even trust you |
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I've not got much to give |
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We're dealing in the limits |
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And we don't know who with |
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You may think that I'm out of hand |
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That I'm naive, I'll understand |
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On this occasion, it's not true |
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Look at me, I'm not you |
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I would like a place I could call my own |
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Have a conversation on the telephone |
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Wake up every day that would be a start |
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I would not complain of my wounded heart |
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I was a short fuse |
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Burning all the time |
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You were a complete stranger |
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Now you are mine |
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I would like a place I could call my own |
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Have a conversation on the telephone |
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Wake up every day that would be a start |
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I would not complain about my wounded heart |
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Just wait till tomorrow |
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I guess that's what they all say |
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Just before they fall apart |
