| I remember those nights, the lonely sound of the service drive
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| I remember those times I thought that I could make you mine
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| Your dark hair and your coffee eyes
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| I wanted to fix you, but you didn’t want to fight
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| Your heart was sad, but so was mine
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| Your heart was a stubborn slope that I couldn’t climb
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| Every night we’d say goodbye, you’d shut the door with a sigh
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| You kept saying we didn’t have much time
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| It’s all your fault, and I’ll always blame you
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| I dreamt a life for us and it could’ve come true
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| But you packed all your things and said that «we're through
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| Because you ruined me and I ruined you.»
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| We were library lovers where no one could see
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| Midnight diners always in secrecy
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| Moonlit drives to your front door
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| You wanted my attention but nothing more
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| I couldn’t break it off, I had no guts
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| Because you were one of my few great loves
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| Now you changed the locks and moved on out
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| You had abandoned your love for doubt
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| It’s all your fault, and I’ll always blame you
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| I dreamt a life for us and it could’ve come true
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| But you packed all your things and said that «we're through
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| Because you ruined me and I ruined you.» |