Is it okay...
And what I'm trying to say isn't really new
It's just the things that happen to me
When I'm reminded of you
Like when I hear your name,
Or see a place that you've been
Or see a picture of your grin,
Or pass a house that you've been in
At one time or another.
It sets off something in me I can't explain.
And I can't wait to see you again.
Oh, babe, I love your love
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