How do you choose your words -
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That's where I judge your darling.
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Where the attention comes from depends on how much I care.
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And I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents' livingroom.
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I remember those years, they're hard not to remember.
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All the things you wrote then, I know them word by word,
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But I don't remember playing your piano in your parents' livingroom.
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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 in your parents' livingroom.
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A smell and a sound, 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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Yeah, you don't know how to spell it.
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There's so much we need to say, 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, on the floor,
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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 and I'm telling this one to you,
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Turning back all the clocks and the memories from your parent's livingroom.
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A smell and a sound, 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.
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Your Parents Living Room
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