| Your favorite time of year was late October
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| The way the leaves changed color in the fall
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| And ever since that day you said it was over
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| This house ain’t a home and this heart’s a hole in the wall
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| And I don’t think you understand
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| How you ripped my world apart
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| And no girl out there will ever compare
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| You’re the best at breakin' my heart
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| Do you remember Halloween last October?
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| Your lilly-white skin painted red in the blisterin' cold?
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| That was the year that you dressed like the Devil
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| And those Bible-black eyes no disguise for the lies you told
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| And I don’t think you understand
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| How you ripped my world apart
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| And no girl out there will ever compare
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| You’re the best at breakin' my heart
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| Well I guess I made it through this October
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| Then again, what else did you expect me to do?
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| Now I’m sellin' my favorite records to pay your share of the rent
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| And I’m drownin' downtown tryin' to drink away the mem’ries of you
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| And I don’t think you understand
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| How you ripped my world apart
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| And no girl out there will ever compare
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| You’re the best at breakin' my heart
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| Oh, no girl out there will ever compare
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| You’re the best at breakin' my heart |