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Sometimes at night |
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When I close my eyes |
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I see three women |
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All standing in a line |
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The one on the left |
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She took my heart |
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The one on the right |
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Said she wanted to be free |
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But the one in the middle |
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I still love her and I wonder |
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Does she ever think of me? |
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In my mind |
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I've been to a thousand places |
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When I walk down the street |
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I stare into a thousand faces |
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The flame of love |
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Once shined so brightly |
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Now it's just |
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A slow burning memory |
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But the one in the middle |
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I still love her, oh, and I wonder |
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Does she ever think of me? |
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Maybe, she wouldn't even care |
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No, that's okay |
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It's all in a dream |
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It's all in a dream, anyway |
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But the one in the middle |
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Oh, I still love her and I wonder |
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Does she ever think of me? |
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But the one in the middle |
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Oh, I still love her and I wonder |
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Does she ever think of me? |
