| You’re my lowest low and highest high
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| Would I have chased it if I knew
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| Losing you meant I’d be half alive
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| I see you every time I close my eyes
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| But the image is discoloured now
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| Like a photograph that’s fading over time
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| And it hits me then
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| I don’t quite remember how your skin felt on my skin
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| I don’t quite remember all the little angles of your smile
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| It’s been awhile
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| Thought that I’d always remember
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| But I don’t quite remember
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| When I think I’m ready to move on
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| I find another trace of you
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| A corner of my mind you still can haunt
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| I’m scared deep down that might be what I want
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| To keep a little piece of you
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| Convince myself that you’re not really gone
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| But it hits me then
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| I don’t quite remember how your skin felt on my skin
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| I don’t quite remember all the little angles of your smile
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| It’s been awhile
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| Thought that I’d always remember
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| But I don’t quite remember
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| During the day, I’ll be alright
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| But it’s a different story at night
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| I get lonely
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| You’re not here to hold me
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| So I curl up in bed like I always do
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| Wrap myself up in my memories of you
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| But now lately
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| They’re getting hazy
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| And it hits me then
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| I don’t quite remember how your skin felt on my skin
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| I don’t quite remember all the little angles of your smile
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| It’s been awhile
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| Thought that I’d always remember
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| But I don’t quite remember |