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What is love |
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That question seems so old |
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While I'm sitting in this room |
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I recall some answers that I've been told |
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Just so that I forget that you're not here |
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And I, I wanted to walk alone |
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Guided by my own company |
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I sigh, and of course you cannot hear |
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But I know you know |
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That I am missing you |
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And that's the only thing I know |
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That I am missing you |
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And I just can't let go |
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If I cried |
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That wouldn't help at all |
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It would only make my complexion turn grey |
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And I tell myself that I don't care |
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Just like a stubborn child |
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But I am missing you |
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And that's the only thing I know |
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That I am missing you |
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And I just can't let go |
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'Cause I am missing you |
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And that's the only thing I know |
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That I am missing you |
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I just can't let, no I just can't let go |
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I just can't let go |
