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  • New Order
    Republic
    Regret
    Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
    Of everyone I've ever known
    It's nothing I regret
    Save it for another day
    It's the school exam and the kids have run away
    I would like a place I could call my own
    Have a conversation on the telephone
    Wake up every day that would be a start
    I would not complain of my wounded heart
    I was upset you see
    Almost all the time
    You used to be a stranger
    Now you are mine
    I wouldn't even trust you
    I've not got much to give
    We're dealing in the limits
    And we don't know who with
    You may think that I'm out of hand
    That I'm naive, I'll understand
    On this occasion, it's not true
    Look at me, I'm not you
    I would like a place I could call my own
    Have a conversation on the telephone
    Wake up every day that would be a start
    I would not complain of my wounded heart
    I was a short fuse
    Burning all the time
    You were a complete stranger
    Now you are mine
    I would like a place I could call my own
    Have a conversation on the telephone
    Wake up every day that would be a start
    I would not complain about my wounded heart
    Just wait till tomorrow
    I guess that's what they all say
    Just before they fall apart
  • New Order
    Republic
    Regret
    Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
    Of everyone I've ever known
    It's nothing I regret
    Save it for another day
    It's the school exam and the kids have run away
    I would like a place I could call my own
    Have a conversation on the telephone
    Wake up every day that would be a start
    I would not complain of my wounded heart
    I was upset you see
    Almost all the time
    You used to be a stranger
    Now you are mine
    I wouldn't even trust you
    I've not got much to give
    We're dealing in the limits
    And we don't know who with
    You may think that I'm out of hand
    That I'm naive, I'll understand
    On this occasion, it's not true
    Look at me, I'm not you
    I would like a place I could call my own
    Have a conversation on the telephone
    Wake up every day that would be a start
    I would not complain of my wounded heart
    I was a short fuse
    Burning all the time
    You were a complete stranger
    Now you are mine
    I would like a place I could call my own
    Have a conversation on the telephone
    Wake up every day that would be a start
    I would not complain about my wounded heart
    Just wait till tomorrow
    I guess that's what they all say
    Just before they fall apart