You called me from the room in your hotel
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All full of romance for someone that you met
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And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon
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And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your room
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Do I feel lonely too?
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You have no right to ask me how I feel
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You have no right to speak to me so kind
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We can't go on just holding on to time
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Now that we're living separate lives
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Well I held on to let you go
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And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show
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There was no way to compromise
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So now we're living (living)
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Separate lives
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Ooh, it's so typical, love leads to isolation
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So you build that wall (build that wall)
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Yes, you build that wall (build that wall)
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And you make it stronger
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Well you have no right to ask me how I feel
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You have no right to speak to me so kind
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Some day I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes
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But for now, we'll go on living separate lives
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Yes for now, we'll go on living separate lives
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Separate lives
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Separate Lives
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| Phil Collins |
