| Now and then I think of when we were together
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| Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
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| Told myself that you were right for me
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| But felt so lonely in your company
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| But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
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| You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
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| Like resignation to the end, always the end
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| So when we found that we could not make sense
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| Well you said that we would still be friends
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| But I’ll admit that I was glad it was over
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| But you didn’t have to cut me off
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| Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
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| And I don’t even need your love
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| But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
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| No, you didn’t have to stoop so low
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| Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
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| I guess… |