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You don't love me like you used to |
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Just a spirit haunting my bedroom |
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House I've built for you feels like a tomb |
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You don't love me like you used to |
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You waited at the bus stop, flowers in hand |
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A yellow tulip for each hour we've spent |
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Apart for now, my broken heart, an empty hand |
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That always wanted just to hold you close |
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I'm burried in the ..of my cold |
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Along with all, the notes I've wrote |
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If I done thought you'd read them |
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You don't love me like you used to |
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You don't hear me when I'm talking to you |
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Just an old book that just breeze on through |
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You don't love me like you used to |
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I come on and the day will set just right |
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And what you said gonn fill my appetite |
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I know for sure, your kitchen's closing early every night |
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And day I wish that you would go away |
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And find another soul to suffocate |
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And I love you so |
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But you should know I can't go on this way |
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I can't go on this way, I can't go on this way |
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I can't go on this way, I can't go on this way |
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You don't love me like you used to |
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Just a spirit haunting my bedroom |
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House I've built for you feels like a tomb |
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You don't love me like you used to |
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You don't love me like you used to |
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You don't hear me when I'm talking to you |
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Just an old book that just breeze on through |
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You don't love me like you used to |
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You don't love me, you don't love me |
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You don't love me, like you used to. |
