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All along I was searching for my Lenore
In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe
Now I'm sober and nevermore
Will the raven come to bother me at home
Calling you
Calling you home
You
Calling you
Calling you home
By the door you said you had to go
Couldn't help me any anymore
This I saw coming long before
So I kept on staring out the window
Calling you,
Calling you home...
You,
Calling you,
Calling you home...
....
Is it like this?
Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins,
Is it like this?
If you like this,
Will you remember my name?
Will you come play it again,
If you like this?
Oh, do you like this?