You called me from the room in your hotel
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All full of romance
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For someone that you met
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Telling me how sorry you were
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Leaving so soon
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And that you miss me sometimes
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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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I can't go on holding onto ties
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Now that we're living separate lives
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I held on to let you go
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And if you lost your love for me
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You never let it show
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There was no way to compromise
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So now we're living separate lives
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Oh, it's so typical
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Love leads to isolation
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So you build that wall
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And you make it stronger
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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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Someday I might
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Find myself looking in your eyes
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But for now we'll go on living
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Separate lives
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Yes, for now we'll go on living
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Separate lives
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Separate Lives
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| Stephen Bishop |
