| I miss the taste of your lips on Sunday
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| And the sound of your laugh when I say something funny
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| But nobody heard it, except for you
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| And my mom still ask about you
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| I lie and say we friendly
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| 'Cause I don’t have it in me, to tell the truth
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| You and me, what are we if we not together?
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| It could be nothing 'cause nothing last forever
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| If you saw me on the train would you look the other way?
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| Like strangers do
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| And if you passed me on the street
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| Would you look down at your feet
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| And move on through
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| Like strangers do
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| I miss the way that you looked in your sundress
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| The way that you looked when you undressed
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| The sound of your first steps across the room
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| Now my friends don’t ask about you
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| 'Cause they think I’m fine without you
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| I say it’s all good but it’s never true (Oh, no, no, woah)
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| You and me, what are we if we not together?
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| It could be nothing 'cause nothing last forever
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| If you saw me on the train would you look the other way?
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| Like strangers do
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| And if you passed me on the street
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| Would you look down at your feet
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| And move on through
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| Like strangers do (Strangers do)
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| La-la-la, la la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la la-la-la
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| La-la, la-la
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| Like strangers do-ooh woo, woah
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| La-la-la, la la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la la-la-la
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| La-la, la-la
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| If you saw me on the train would you look the other way?
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| Like strangers do
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| And if you passed me on the street
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| Would you look down at your feet
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| And move on through
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| Like strangers do |