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How do you choose your words –
Thats where I judge your darling.
Where the attention comes from depends on how much I care.
And I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents livingroom.
I remember those years, theyre hard not to remember.
All the things you wrote then, I know them word by word,
But I don’t remember playing your piano in your parents livingroom.
Oh, so they say: Oh, shut up, will you!
Its so strange how much in life that changes you.
And I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents livingroom.
A smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again.
And I, I dont know how to take it.
And you, you dont know how to spell it,
Yeah, you dont know how to spell it.
Theres so much we need to say, theres so much to understand.
On my way home in the car you held my hand.
And I do remember sleeping in your house, on the floor,
With the dust in my eye.
Oh, so they say: Oh, shut up, will you!
There are so many secrets and Im telling this one to you,
Turning back all the clocks and the memories from your parents livingroom.
A smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again.
And you, you just know how to spell it.
And I, I dont know how to take it.
Thats where I judge your darling.
Where the attention comes from depends on how much I care.
And I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents livingroom.
I remember those years, theyre hard not to remember.
All the things you wrote then, I know them word by word,
But I don’t remember playing your piano in your parents livingroom.
Oh, so they say: Oh, shut up, will you!
Its so strange how much in life that changes you.
And I do remember waking up with a headache in your parents livingroom.
A smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again.
And I, I dont know how to take it.
And you, you dont know how to spell it,
Yeah, you dont know how to spell it.
Theres so much we need to say, theres so much to understand.
On my way home in the car you held my hand.
And I do remember sleeping in your house, on the floor,
With the dust in my eye.
Oh, so they say: Oh, shut up, will you!
There are so many secrets and Im telling this one to you,
Turning back all the clocks and the memories from your parents livingroom.
A smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again.
And you, you just know how to spell it.
And I, I dont know how to take it.
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