| I check that I’ve got all my things before I leave the house
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| Because when I’m gone I’m never coming back
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| I’m not being melodramatic, it’s just I neither have your number or a key
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| An evening spent pretending that we’re just becoming friends
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| Or this goes any further than going back
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| I’m not being pessimistic, it’s just you and I were never meant to be
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| It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love
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| But every time I kind of wish it was
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| Yes, every time I kind of wish it was
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| I’ve picked up this silly habit in the last few years of going out
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| In the evenings with my friends into the town
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| Of packing a spare t-shirt in my bag in case I do not make it home
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| It’s pathetic and I know it, but the truth is there’ve been mornings
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| I’ve proved prudent taking toothpaste to the pub
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| But that’s precious little comfort against the knowledge of the person I’ve
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| become
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| It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love
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| But every time I kind of wish it was
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| Yes, every time I kind of wish it was
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| And I can see that in your eyes you wish it was
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| But every time I leave you just because
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| It isn’t love, it isn’t love, it isn’t love |