| He took one look at me
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| And he said, come on we gotta leave
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| And I said, not this time
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| I no longer believe
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| He left me standing there
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| I knew I should no longer care
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| I wanted him to turn and say he believed
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| I miss that feeling
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| I got it somewhere
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| I miss that feeling
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| But now you don’t care
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| We do it all the time
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| Repair the broken line
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| Inside this head of mine
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| Won’t you be so kind and help me?
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| This town has lost its charm
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| It don’t radiate or make me warm
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| I’ve felt the chilly winds come closer
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| Since he was gone
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| And on and on he goes
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| Now it’s not longer just for show
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| I heard it now from everyone
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| I know he moved on
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| I miss that feeling
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| I got it somewhere
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| I miss that feeling
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| But now you don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| You don’t care
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| He is the bittersweet in me
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| A straight connection to my knees
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| I may be whole, but not complete
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| Or so it seems
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| And if he’s coming back someday
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| I hope I’ll find the words to say
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| I’ll make him stay until I believe
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| I miss that feeling
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| I got it somewhere
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| I’ll miss that feeling
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| But now you don’t care
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| We do it all the time
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| Repair the broken line
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| Inside this head of mine
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| Won’t you be so kind and help me? |