| [In whispers I plant promises
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| by forget me nots and lay
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| lilles in my bed beside me
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| you denied me
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| but, uh, still I remember you
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| Laundered linen sheets
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| Touch me their coldness
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| And thoughts I can’t repeat
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| Shock me with their boldness
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| Why did my mind and body believe,
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| That you would never leave them?
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| Now there’s parts of me that blame,
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| Or well they force me to deceive them
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| So come back and relieve them
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| Who would steal you?
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| I still feel you
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| Now you’re gone
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| These are lies
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| They’re not real
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| This is more than I can feel
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| This is wrong
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| A bath so hot it almost scalds
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| And I let the warm surround me
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| I slide down
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| Till only my face shows
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| But I feel colder now
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| Than before you found me
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| When youu used to pin me down
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| The clarity in your intent
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| But if your mind was somewhere else
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| I can better anything you can invent
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| I thought you understood how much you meant
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| Who would steal you?
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| I still feel you
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| Now you’re gone
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| And these are lies
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| It’s not real
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| This is more than I can feel
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| It’s all wrong
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| Now you’re gone
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| I work hard to carry on
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| If you could’ve seen
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| How I’ve been
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| Then you’d know how much you meant
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| Who would steal you
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| I feel you
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| Now you’re gone
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| Now you’re gone
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| Now you’re gone
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| Gone
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| Gone
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| Gone
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| Don’t you know how much you meant?
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| Who would steal you?
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| I still feel you
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| Now you’re gone
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| These are lies
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| They’re not real
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| This is more than I can feel
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| This is wrong
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| In whispers I plant promises
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| by forget me nots and lay
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| lilles in my bed beside me
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| you denied me
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| but still I remember you
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| you couldn’t know what you mean to me
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| dreams destroyed the scene
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| all is lost and that’s not fair
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| but still, I see you there |