| Is his hair still as long?
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| Are his eyes still as blue?
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| Can his face still conceal
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| Every clue to his mood?
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| Does his brow still display
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| Every beat of his heart?
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| Did he ask after me?
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| Did you send my regards?
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| Or did you tell him that i’ve died
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| In every way that matters?
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| And did you tell him how i cry
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| With every day that passes?
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| That i am raw and bruised and torn
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| That i can’t function any more
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| Well, did you tell him that?
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| Ii Well i’d tell him myself
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| But i don’t have the nerve
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| And i know, to my shame,
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| This is all i deserve
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| But i hope for my sake
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| You were not indiscreet
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| If he asked how i was,
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| Hope you lied, through your teeth
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| Repeat chorus
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| Middle 8
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| And if he didn’t want to know
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| Oh, my friend, don’t tell me that
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| Did you never speak my name?
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| Did he never even ask?
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| Repeat chorus |