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    Every morning in April I wake up and stare at the ceiling alone
    The radio's playing the songs that remind me of you, and I'm dreaming of home
    They're all for the lonely - well that's me and I'm only the things that I wanted to be
    But this girl from the city life has taken hold of me

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    On a carousel ride in the late afternoon
    That spins me in circles when I'm dreaming of you
    The telephone lines reflect in your eyes
    All the boys you left broken behind
    So it's me, without you
    And I could never begin to come through
    So come back home
    To the West End with me

    You come out on Fridays and tell me you can see yourself reflected in the rain
    When you're walking over porcelain and running for hours again
    And I wish I could show you the things that I know would change all your opinions of me
    But you won't come when I call. And I wish I could be

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    You woke up that morning and told me that you never realised you could be
    Anything you wanted to - so come around and fall into me
    But what's the point you were making? Heaven isn't everything its made out to be?
    But you won't come when I am falling down, so why won't you be...

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