| Six feet under the ground and I still look around
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| I thought you were my friend, but where are you now?
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| Six feet under the ground and I still look around
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| I thought you were my friend, but where are you now?
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| Where, where, where, where are you now?
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| Where, where, where, where, where are you now?
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| You came into my life like a flood
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| You moved into my veins like a drug
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| You rushed into my heart
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| I’m addicted to your love but you don’t know
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| Where, where, where, where are you now?
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| Where, where, where, where, where are you now?
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| You touch me, you please me
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| You leave me, oh, how could you now?
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| You bury me deeper than death, oh how?
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| You ask me for patience, you went down on me like you’re out of town
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| Oh, what is the reason, the season of love you’ve outgrown?
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| Where, where, where, where are you now?
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| Where, where, where, where, where are you now?
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| Where, where, where, where are you now?
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| Where, where, where, where, where are you now?
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| Where are you? |
| Where are you?
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| Where are you? |
| Where are you?
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| Where are you? |
| Where are you?
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| Where are you? |
| Where are you?
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| The old man was a young man once
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| Don’t discount the old man
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| Look in the mirror, you’ll see who he was
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| And the old girl, she tripped through the flowers once
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| Don’t discount the old girl
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| Look at your mama, you know what she’s made of
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| Love
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| It ain’t for the weak of heart
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| It ain’t for the fearful
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| It ain’t for the creeper in the dark
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| Love
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| Somebody to grow old beside
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| It ain’t for the fairweather ones
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| Who only cheat themselves when they lie
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| The old man was a young man once
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| Don’t discount the old man
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| Look in the mirror, you’ll see who he was
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| And the old girl, she tripped through the flowers once
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| Don’t discount the old girl
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| Look at your mama, you know what she’s made of
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| Love
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| It ain’t for the weak of heart
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| It ain’t for the fearful
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| It ain’t for the creeper in the dark
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| Love
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| Somebody to grow old beside
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| It ain’t for the fairweather ones
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| Who only cheat themselves when they lie
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| The old man was a young man once
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| Don’t discount the old man
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| Look in the mirror, you’ll see who he was
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| And the old girl, she tripped through the flowers once
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| Don’t discount the old girl
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| Look at your mama, you know what she’s made of |