| Here i am, sittin by the radio
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| You’re with him, the world seems to be crazy oh
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| You’re picture standin there, oh it can’t be true
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| Your perfume’s in the air, how i’m missin you
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| There’s no use in dreamin, you’re dreamin of him
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| And here i am, sittin by the telephone
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| How i wish, you might be coming home
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| My back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
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| Your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
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| There’s no use in dreamin, you’re dreamin of him
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| I sit and ask the stars above
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| What’s the sense of senseless love
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| That kind of you and my record machine
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| And i’m as lonely as i’ve ever been
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| And here i am, sittin by the telephone
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| How i wish, you might be coming home
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| My back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
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| Your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
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| There’s no use in dreamin, you’re dreamin of him
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| I sit and ask the stars above
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| What’s the sense of senseless love
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| That kind of you and my record machine
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| And i’m as lonely as i’ve ever been
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| And here i am, sittin by the telephone
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| How i wish, you might be coming home
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| My back still hurts so bad, that i can hardly sit
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| Your toothmarks in my shoulder burn a little bit
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| There’s no use in dreamin, you’re dreamin of him
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| You’re dreamin of him
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| You’re dreamin of him
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| You’re dreamin of him |