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    La, la-la-la

    It's eight o'clock in the morning, now I'm entering my bed
    Had a few dreams about you, I can't tell you what we did
    I expected to see ya on your morning run again
    I know I shouldn't be watching 'cause every time I feel the pain

    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la
    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la

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    You told me it wasn't over and that we'd be together soon
    But was this before or after you told me to leave your room?
    I used to think we'd make it far, it turned out how we are
    It's such a shame that we weren't the same at all

    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la (oh, no)
    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la
    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la
    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la

    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la
    La, la-la-la-la, la-la (hey)
    La-la, la-la, la-la (oh, yeah)
    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la
    La, la-la-la-la, la-la
    La-la, la-la, la-la

    Song details

    Composition: Michael Stewart Powell, Martin Green, and Pinkpantheress

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