when i was young
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tucked in the bed
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just like a dream
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you crept into my head
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they're always looking for something
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they're always waiting close
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where have you gone
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out there alone
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returned the calls
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we sent letters from home
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they're always looking for something
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they're always waiting close
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but all you can do is wait till they come through
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you know they will
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and when its over you feel much older
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you've had your fill
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we weren't like that
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like all of those
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i remember when you showed me all your clothes
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but they're always looking for something
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they're always waiting close
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but all you can do is wait till they come through
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you know they will
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and when its over you feel much older
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you've had your fill
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Pool Song
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| Longwave |
