I'm staying home this evening
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And playing my guitar
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And all the time I'm strumming
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I'm wondering where you are
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Oh yes I know it's over
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I know I shouldn't care
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But I can't get away from you
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It seems you're always there
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How come I don't see you anymore?
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How come we lost the magic touch?
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Why can't I pick up the telephone
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When I want to call you so much?
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Who's going to make me forget you
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And get you off my mind?
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I could be out breaking other people's hearts
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If you weren't still breaking mine
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The winter's drawing in again
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Another year has passed
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Now I think of things I meant to say
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But the time went by so fast
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I hear you're living in New York these days
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And you don't come here any more
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I keep asking myself so many questions
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But lately I wonder what I'm wondering for
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Who's going to make me forget you
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And get you off my mind?
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I could be out breaking other people's hearts
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If you weren't still breaking mine
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I let you pass me by
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I never tried too hard
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Though you'll never see me cry
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You really made your mark
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How come I don't see you anymore?
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How come we lost the magic touch?
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And why can't I pick up the telephone
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When I want to hear your voice so much?
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Who's going to make me forget you
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And get you off my mind?
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I could be out breaking other people's hearts
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If you weren't
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If you weren't still breaking mine
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Other people's hearts
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| Kirsty MacColl |
