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You kissed my head as you stood in the door |
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And then you said: "don't want to see you no more" |
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All I could say as you walked out on me |
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Was how I hoped you'd remembered your key |
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Took one last look |
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Took the phone of the hook |
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I must confess I agree |
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All o those days when I went through a phase |
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Of missing the love that you bore |
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In retrospect there's something I can't neglect |
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I was missing a love but not yours |
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The love that you bore that thing that I once adored |
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Was no gift that you gave me each time |
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Thinking again, what a fool I was then |
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It was a trophy of yours and a burden of mine |
