You were on the second floor
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Hanging out the window watching the cars passing by
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With that look in your eye
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And I was hanging round below
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Waving to ya from the road
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I was calling your name
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You were miles away
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CHORUS:
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Hey
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You've been wondering
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What's it to ya?
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You've been questioning why all day
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It's such a silly thing
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Still it threw ya, caught you by surprise
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You're coming to me loud and clear
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There's nothing really for us here
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It's a terrible thing
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Hannging on by a string
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There's nothing left for me to say
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You've said it all already now
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I won't add anymore
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I'll just slip out the door
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CHORUS
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You and I so sick and tired
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Of hanging around
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You and me, we both agree
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It's all over now
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All over now
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CHORUS
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Hey
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| Bic Runga |
