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When you’re gone

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I’ve been wandering around the house all night
wondering what the hell to do
Yeah, I’m trying to concentrate but all I can think of is you
well the phone don’t ring ‘cause my friends ain’t home
I’m tired of being all alone
Got the tv on ‘cause the radio’s playing
songs that remind me of you

Baby when you’re gone, I realize I’m in love
days go on and on, and the nights just seem so long
Even food don’t taste that good, drink ain’t doing what it should
things just feel so wrong, baby when you’re gone

I keep driving up and down these streets
trying to find somewhere to go
Yeah i’m looking for a familiar face, but there’s no one I know
oh, this is torture, this is pain, it feels like I’m gonna go insane
I hope you’re coming back real soon, ‘cause i don’t know what to do

Baby when you’re gone, I realize I’m in love
days go on and on, and the nights just seem so long
Even food don’t taste that good, drink ain’t doing what it should
things just feel so wrong, baby when you’re gone

Baby when you’re gone, I realize I’m in love
days go on and on and the nights just seem so long
Even food don’t taste that good, drink ain’t doing what it should
things just feel so wrong, baby when you’re gone

Bryan Adams – Baby when you’re gone

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