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By John Waite, Girl, sometimes it seems to me
That I don't say the
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By John Waite, In the real world
All that gold
All that silver prove
Is that
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By John Waite, Three years come
I'm still alone and you're so lonely
I look
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By John Waite, I wrote the president
But I got no reply
He claims he
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By John Waite, Come on baby don't you wanna go
I could take you
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By John Waite, Workin' overtime
Just to keep myself from getting sacked
Well I don't
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By John Waite, If I fall
Right out of sleep
Deepsea diving in the dark
With
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By John Waite, She's got everything I want
Got my world in a tight
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By John Waite, Put on something pretty baby
And turn down the lights
Let's leave
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By John Waite, I've been searchin' for a long time
For someone exactly like
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By John Waite, I remember when you whispered low
I will go with you
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By John Waite, I know you're someone's daughter
You know I'm somebody's son
We spent
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By John Waite, I can't reach behind your eyes
You always look away
You hide
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By John Waite, You say there's nothin' wrong
With the lessons that you're learnin'
The
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By John Waite, You left me here alone
I guess I'll never see the
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By John Waite, When you tell me that you're leaving
And that you've got
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By John Waite, I will be there for you
For you are mine
And I'll
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By John Waite, There's a silent movie running off
Its real inside my mind
As
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By John Waite, Jenny's sitting in the car
In the middle of some abandoned
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By John Waite, Babe I had a dream
Woke up in a sweat
Darkness all
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By John Waite, Thinking about old times
Thinking about the things we said
All the
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By John Waite, We've seen a lifetime since we met
Through good and bad
And
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By John Waite, Missin' at school
Bustin' the rules
Hates everything in sight
Needs some new
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By John Waite, Inside these moments waiting
Beneath the windows of
'The House of Love'
Like
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By John Waite, Sour milk in the saucer
And the cat won't come home
And
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By John Waite, Sometimes I wonder
How I'd ever make it through
Through this world
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By John Waite, Sweet 17 in summertime
Drunk on Elderberry wine
Laughing in the cornfields
And
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By John Waite, Face of an angel, pretty eyes that shine
I lie awake
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By John Waite, She's just a working girl from baltimore
She'll choose you
She's been
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By John Waite, When I was young they took me to the dentist
I