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One, two, three |
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Turn around, don't whisper out my name |
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Like a breeze, it would stir a dying flame |
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I'll miss someone, if it eases you to know |
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And close the door lightly when you go |
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Who was the one that stole my mind? |
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Who was the one that robbed my time? |
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Who was the one who made me feel unkind? |
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See you on the road, sweet love of mine |
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Take your tears from someone else's eyes |
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They're made of glass |
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And they cut like wounded knives |
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Memories, they're drifting like the snow |
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And close the door lightly when you go |
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Who was the one that stole my mind? |
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Who was the one that robbed my time? |
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Who was the one who made me feel unkind? |
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See you on the road, sweet love of mine |
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Who was the one that stole my mind? |
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Who was the one that robbed my time? |
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Who was the one who made me feel unkind? |
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See you on the road, sweet love of mine |
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Turn around, don't whisper out my name |
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For like a breeze, it would stir a dying flame |
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I'll miss someone, if it eases you to know |
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And close the door lightly when you go |
