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It's 5 a.m. |
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And I stumble down Oxford Street |
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The whiskey and gin |
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They ain't helping things |
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If I could speak |
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I'd call out your name |
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And if I could walk |
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I'd run back to you again |
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But where are you now |
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Oh where are you now |
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Well I've loved and left |
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And I've kissde and fled |
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I've left my heart where I should have stayed instead |
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And you think that I've forgotten |
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But you will always be near |
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In every face that I see |
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And every voice that I hear |
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Oh where are you now |
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Oh where are you now |
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And I heard that you found Jesus |
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And he helped erase your life |
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Well I'm gald you found the solace |
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That I could never provide |
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And what about the candles that kept the church alight |
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And what about the prayers you said |
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Would keep me warm at night |
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Oh where are you now |
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Oh where are you now |
