RegretNew OrderMaybe I've forgottenThe name and the addressOf everyone I've ever known,It's nothing I regretSave it for another day, causeThe school is and theKids have run awayI would like a place I can call my ownHave a conversation on my telephoneWake up everyday, that would be a startI would not complain by my wounded heartI was upset, you seeAlmost all the timeYou used to be a strangerNow you are mineI wouldn't even trust youI've not that much to giveWe're dealing in the limits, andWe don't know who withYou may think that I'm out of handThat I'm naive, I'll understandOn this occasion, it's not trueLook at me, I'm not youI would like a place I can call my ownHave a conversation on the telephoneWake up everyday, that would be a startI would not complain with my wounded heartI was a short fuseBurning all the timeYou were a complete strangerNow you are mineI would like a place I can call my ownHave a conversation on the telephoneWake up everyday, that would be a startI would not complain with my wounded heartJust wait 'till tomorrowI guess that's what they all sayJust before they fall apart...From:
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