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(Instrumental)
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Then You Came Along
05:59
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Never wanna see you standing there alone
I needed someone to call my own
Don't mind me, I'm a lonely soul, too
I just wanna be with you again
There was a war raging inside my head that is gone and dead
Now I understand what it means to be at peace, and let the cannonfire cease
Then you came along
Here I am to sing this song
Then you came along
Won't you please sing along
When I first met you I saw the magic in your eyes
Never wanted to hang up the phone
Yet I hate prolonged goodbyes
We lay in a field see a shooting star, kiss and hold you tight
Now I understand what it means to be at peace, and let the cannonfire cease
Then you came along
Here I am to sing this song
Then you came along
Won't you please sing along
Then you came along
Here I am to sing this song
Then you came along
Won't you please sing along
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I'm getting stoned, with people on the phone
I tell you this don't feel like home
I am late, for tonight's dinner date
Why am I out here on my own
Be yourself is all they say
Conform or die, you shout my name
This shit isn't right
Living this suburban dream
Stuff you'd find in magazines
Time just flies on by
This don't feel like home
This don't feel like home
This don't feel like home
And yet you leave me on my own
I'm in my room, see all the flowers bloom
I tell you this don't feel like home
In my class, the jocks will kick my ass
Why am I out here, so alone
Watch the game in crowded stands
See players in the sands
Why am I still here
Lingering in bourgeois life
Someone come and end my strife
Watch me disappear
This don't feel like home
This don't feel like home
This don't feel like home
And you still leave me on my own
Now it's time to walk away
Do not have the guts to stay
Is this what life's about
To be rejected endlessly
And make your friends pretentiously
Tears will end my drought
This don't feel like home
This don't feel like home
This don't feel like home
Do you regret leaving me on my own
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Open Fields
04:24
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Love is in the eyes of beholder
I never thought that I would hold her
Time at school is never the same again
I always thought of her as more than a friend
I close my eyes and I dream of her
Dream of her in an open field
I close my eyes and I dream of her
Will you please dream of me tonight
I sit in class and think and I miss her
I finally got the chance to kiss her
Time at school is never the same again
I always thought of her as more than a friend
I close my eyes and I dream of her
Dream of her in an open field
I close my eyes and I dream of her
Will you please dream of me tonight
I close my eyes and I dream of her
Dream of her in an open field
I close my eyes and I dream of her
Will you please dream of me tonight
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It was a Saturday, you were standing in the pouring rain
It was a gloomy day, the highways were flooded lane by lane
I said good evening girl, you look so very fine tonight
She said why thank you sir, when did you come out from the night
Please, please be mine tonight girl
Please, please be mine
Please, please be mine tonight girl
Please, please be mine
It was a Saturday, I was standing in the freezing rain
I saw you walk my way, did not know if I was really sane
He said good evening girl, you look so very fine tonight
I said why thank you sir, can we kiss underneath the light
Please, please be mine tonight boy
Please, please be mine
Please, please be mine tonight boy
Please, please be mine
Please, please be mine tonight
Please, please be mine
Please, please be mine tonight
Please, please be mine
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