Thinking about old times
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Thinking about the things we said
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All the worthless games and lies
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I'm looking at myself
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And the mirror's unkind
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You're inside my mind
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And you're outside my eyes
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And I'm looking for something
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That's real in my life, something true, yeah!
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And I'm looking for something to hold on to
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But I guess it won't be you
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Thinking about
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Thinking about
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Thinking about you all the time
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You're on my mind
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But this song is not for you
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Of all the things I could've done
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I walked right out the door
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Left like a loaded gun
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Into the street
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And these new days drag on
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Through the long afternoon
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I'm smashed and Flintstones are on TV
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Repeat
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Yeah well sometimes I wake up round midnight
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With you wreathed around my skull
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Like a halo of lies most of the time
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And I'm in denial coming down from the ceiling
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I was just your stepping stone
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You burned out all my feelings
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Chorus out
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Thinking About You
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| John Waite |
