1973 - James Blunt

Simona… 
You´re getting older, 
Your journey´s been etched, 
On your skin. 

Simona… 
Wish I had known that, 
What seemed so strong, 
Has been and gone. 

I would call you up every Saturday night, 
And we´d both stay out ´til the morning light, 
And we sang, "Here we go again". 
And though time goes by, 
I will always be, 
In a club with you, 
In nineteen seventy three, 
Singing, "Here we go again". 

Simona… 
Wish I was sober, 
So I could see clearly now, 
The rain has gone. 

Simona… 
I guess it´s over, 
My memory plays our tune, 
The same old song. 

I would call you up every Saturday night, 
And we´d both stay out ´til the morning light, 
And we sang, "Here we go again". 
And though time goes by, 
I will always be, 
In a club with you, 
In nineteen seventy three, 
Singing, "Here we go again". 

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I would call you up every Saturday night, 
And we´d both stay out ´til the morning light, 
And we sang, "Here we go again". 
And though time goes by, 
I will always be, 
In a club with you, 
In nineteen seventy three, 
Singing, "Here we go again". 

I would call you up every Saturday night, 
And we´d both stay out ´til the morning light, 
And we sang, "Here we go again". 
And though time goes by, 
I will always be, 
In a club with you, 
In nineteen seventy three, 
Singing, "Here we go again". 

And though time goes by, 
I will always be, 
In a club with you, 
In nineteen seventy three.