| I don’t open up a bottle with my dinner
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| 'Cause I know it’s just gonna sit out on the counter
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| And go bad just like the leftovers
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| You said to leave at the restaurant
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| I don’t go to anymore 'cause I won’t go alone
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| So I pick up takeout and sit at home
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| I don’t love you baby
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| I don’t love you, no
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| But I still miss you, still miss you sometimes
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| My old Stevie Wonder records sit on the shelf there
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| While they’re gathering dust
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| Like the movies we would spend our late nights getting lost in
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| And I got so much free time on my hands
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| 'Cause I don’t do the things I did
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| 'Cause they’re not as good without someone to share them with
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| I don’t love you, baby
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| I don’t love you, no
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| But I still miss you, still miss you sometimes
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| I don’t miss your kiss
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| The «love you, baby» from your lips
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| When the lonely closes in
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| I fight to convince myself
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| I don’t love you, baby
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| I don’t love you
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| But I, oh I
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| I don’t love you, baby
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| I don’t love you
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| But I still miss you, still miss you sometimes
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| I still miss you
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| Mmm |