| Well this pillow that I’m holdin'
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| Baby just ain’t you
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| The words I left unspoken
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| Proved themselves to be true
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| Night after night I lay here
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| Prayin' this is just a dream
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| Every morning, I wake up to find
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| That I’m doing the same old thing
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| Cause this is me without you
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| This is me not getting very far
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| This is me without you in my life
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| This is the picture of a man after goodbye
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| Oh, your picture that I kiss
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| Sure don’t feel like your lips
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| It’s getting so bad
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| I don’t know how much more I can take of this
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| I guess I’m finally coming to grips with the fact
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| That your heart has made up it’s mind
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| I told myself I’m over you
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| Must have done it a thousand times
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| 'Cause this is me without you
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| This is me not getting very far
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| This is me without you in my life
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| This is the picture of a man after goodbye
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| They say a picture paints a thousand words
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| I’ve got nothing left to say
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| Oh, da Vinci would sure have a hard time putting me on his page
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| Cause this is me without you
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| This is me not getting very far
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| This is me without you in my life
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| This is the picture of a man after goodbye
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| Oh this is the picture of a man after goodbye
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| After goodbye |