| Simply put I’m satisfied just to hear you speak
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| And holding on to what you said last time, here with me
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| I remember listening to passing cars, on our backs staring at the stars
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| And I survive by these memories, these memories of you
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| So I’ll press my face against the pane
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| Of the window as I watch you drive away
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| The glass is still stained in my bedroom
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| Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick
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| And once again I’m left here fighting tears away
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| The glass is still stained in my bedroom
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| Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick
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| And once again I’m left here fighting tears away
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| The glass is still stained in my bedroom
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| Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick
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| And once again I’m left here fighting tears away
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| The glass is still stained in my bedroom
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| Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick
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| And once again I’m left here fighting tears away |