| You kissed my head as you stood in the door
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| And then you said: «don't want to see you no more»
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| All I could say as you walked out on me
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| Was how I hoped you’d remembered your key
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| Took one last look
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| Took the phone of the hook
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| I must confess I agree
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| All o those days when I went through a phase
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| Of missing the love that you bore
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| In retrospect there’s something I can’t neglect
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| I was missing a love but not yours
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| The love that you bore that thing that I once adored
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| Was no gift that you gave me each time
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| Thinking again, what a fool I was then
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| It was a trophy of yours and a burden of mine |