| I hate that we’re sleepless now
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| I hate we don’t talk things out
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| I hate that there’s a thousand miles from my side to your side
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| Words don’t come easily
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| When you’ve got your back to me
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| Now there’s a space too wide that’s left us with wondering eyes
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| Ah, ah
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| Why don’t your touch feel like it used to do?
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| Why don’t your touch feel like it used to do?
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| I’m missing my heart race
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| And how your kisses were my favourite taste
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| But nothing’s feeling like it used to do
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| Is there a pill we can take
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| To lift us to a higher place?
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| So that our love don’t fade
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| And make our touch feel the same
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| I look back on those first nights
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| We laid under those blue skies
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| Eight days, I’m losing time
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| Only you on my mind
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| Oh, I was so lost in your brown eyes
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| Why don’t your touch feel like it used to do?
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| Why don’t your touch feel like it used to do?
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| I’m missing my heart race
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| And how your kisses were my favourite taste
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| But nothing’s feeling like it used to do
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| Was I addicted to the rush?
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| Was I in love, or loved the lust?
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| 'Cause now when I look at you
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| I don’t know what is real
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| What if I open up to you and you thought about it, too?
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| Have you thought about it, too?
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| Then nothing’s feeling like it used to
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| Why don’t your touch feel like it used to do?
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| Why don’t your touch feel like it used to do?
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| I’m missing my heart race
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| And how your kisses were my favourite taste
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| But nothing’s feeling like it used to do
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| Is it because I got used to you?
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| I never thought I’d get used to you
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| I never thought I’d get used to you |