| I remember when you walked through that door
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| Sat down on that chair
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| The times we shared
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| But you’ve been here
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| Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent
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| After you left cold silence,
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| A small café that is waiting for you
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| Yo ice coffee espresso double shot that has become a habit
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| Close my eyes, carefully just one sip
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| Flowing music that we enjoyed listening to
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| My heart keeps beating faster
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| I remember the nervousness I felt when we first met
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| Borrowing strength from the caffeine
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| Her sugar syrup that I always carried
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| I hate this stickiness now
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| Oh please, don’t leave me alone
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| What do I do?
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| Why does everyone want to leave me alone
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| On a night, where everyone’s asleep?
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| Tell me the truth,
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| Today, different from yesterday, is too late
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| Saying the promises, everything we said to each other
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| They’re all lies, don’t make me fool
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| Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent
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| After you left cold silence,
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| A small café that is waiting for you
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| You don’t need my anymore than nervousness
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| Don’t say that. |
| Right now you’ve tricked yourself
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| Into thinking that you dislike me
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| Our names we carved into the old desk
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| In memories, just buried there
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| Oh my God, even though it’s buried
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| It still doesn’t work
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| The thing that has found me is panic
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| It bothers me inside my insecure mentality
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| Alone in a room with the lights turned off
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| I’m an unhappy artist
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| Remembering you while drawing you
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| Our tragic love that has become our only masterpiece
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| My heart is still a gallery full of you
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| Outside Seoul without you is a bleak dessert
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| Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent
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| After you left cold silence,
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| A small café that is waiting for you
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| When you’re lonely,
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| I’ll always be waiting for you
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| On the days I want to see you,
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| I’m calling you
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| With the coffee I made you, and the folded bookmark
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| Rain that only flows above you white house baby
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| Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent
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| After you left cold silence,
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| A small café that is waiting for you
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| When you’re lonely
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| (Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent)
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| On the days I want to see you
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| (After you left cold silence,)
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| The coffee I made you
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| (A small café that is waiting for you)
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| Rain that only flows above your white house baby |