Superstar

Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby?
You said you'd be coming back this way again baby.
Baby, baby, baby, oh, baby,
I love you, I really do.

Long ago, and oh, so far away
I fell in love with you before the second show.
Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear,
but you're not really here.
It's just the radio.

Loneliness is such a sad affair,
and I can hardly wait to be with you again.
What to say, to make you come again?
Come back to me again, and play your sad guitar.
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