| That’s where I judge your darling
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| Where the attention comes from
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| Depends on how much I care
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| And I do remember waking up with a headache
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| In your parents' living room
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| I remember those years
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| They’re hard not to remember
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| All the things you wrote then
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| I know them word by word
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| But I don’t remember playing your piano
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| In your parents' living room
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| Oh, so they say oh, shut up, will you?
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| It’s so strange how much in life that changes you
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| And I do remember waking up with a headache
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| In your parents' living room
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| A smell and a sound
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| A moving picture can take you back again
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| And I, I don’t know how to take it
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| And you, you don’t know how to spell it
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| There’s so much we need to say
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| There’s so much to understand
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| On my way home in the car you held my hand
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| And I do remember sleeping in your house
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| On the floor with the dust in my eye
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| Oh, so they say, oh, shut up, will you?
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| There are so many secrets
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| And I’m telling this one to you
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| Turning back all the clocks and the memories
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| From your parents' living room
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| A smell and a sound
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| A moving picture can take you back again
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| And you, you just know how to spell it
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| And I, I don’t know how to take it |