Letras:Upper Room (The). Other People's Problems. Once For Me.

Be like me, quit your job
Money don't mean anything much
I took a means of transport
Down to your old school
All the way thinking how

That you were once for me
Like I once was for you
That you were once for me
Like I once was for you

Around the world they have been told
She let me down lightly in love
She took a means of transport
Down to my old school
All the way screaming how

That you were once for me
Like I once was for you
That you were once for me
Like I once was for you

Oh, you hate everything I do
Oh, you say nothing good reminds me of you

Oooh...

When you arrive, and when you leave
Nothing will change here, and so...
You take a means of transport
Down to our old school
Tearing your photos of her

And you were once for me
Like I once was for you
And you were once for me
Like I once was for you

Oooh...