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Eden

Sitting here alone one night
Telephone in my hand
Wishing I could talk to you
Wish you'd understand
I never meant to hurt you
Never could do you wrong
But it's a long way back to Eden
So I must be moving on

Spent another night alone
Waiting for your call
Hoping you would understand
But you never would at all
There's a lot I haven't told you, baby
A lot you'll never know
But it's a long way back to Eden
And now it's time to go

Take my hand, baby
One last time
Something to remind me of
What could have been mine
Nothing that you could have done
Would ever make me stay
There's nothing left for me here
Now that I've pushed you away



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