| Paint our days, it’s my way of getting by
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| Write all over the years I’ve lost
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| Oh, I just can’t get in
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| Oh, I don’t have a key
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| So won’t you make a copy for me
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| Wherever you’ve been
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| You’re not telling me
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| So won’t you make it up to me?
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| Wouldn’t wait, I’m afraid
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| All you want is your own way
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong
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| Lay in late, lie with me
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| I know what I’d rather be
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong
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| Saved your weekends, we never made plans
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| Did I show you just who I am?
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| Oh, I just can’t get in
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| Oh, I don’t have a key
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| So won’t you make a copy for me
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| Wherever you’ve been
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| You’re not telling me
|
| So won’t you make it up to me?
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| Wouldn’t wait, I’m afraid
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| All you want is your own way
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong
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| Lay in late, lie with me
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| I know what I’d rather be
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong
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| Saved your weekends, we never made plans
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong
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| Did I show you just who I am?
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| Hey, hey, I could be wrong |