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written by |
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Julia Fordham |
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It's been a whole year since your call |
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The one that started |
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I don't love you anymore |
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I thought |
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I'd surely not survive |
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But here I am, |
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I'm still alive, 365 days later |
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Going strong, holding on trying to find a place where |
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I belong I've been east, |
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I've been west but |
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I'm still not over you yet |
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I'm still not over you yet, no no |
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The weeks and months blend into one |
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A bleary haze, fall, winter now spring has begun |
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Bringing fresh hope to my door |
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I'll be the girl |
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I was before you took back the precious gift you gave to me |
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Going strong, holding on trying to find a place where |
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I belong I've been east, |
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I've been west but |
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I'm still not over you yet |
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I'm still not over you yet, no no |
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And after all is said and done and written up (written in the stars above) |
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The radio's singing songs of love but not for us |
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Not for us |
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Going strong, holding on trying to find a place where |
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I belong I've been east, |
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I've been west but |
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I'm still not over you yet |
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I'm still not over you yet, no no |
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East west, east west, 365 here |
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I am, I'm still alive |
