| I opened up your letter, you told me you don’t love me
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| Don’t you think it better you tell me to my face?
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| Was I wrong to think about the heaven that you brought me?
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| Was I wrong to see you as the apple of my eye?
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| I don’t feel particularly good
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| Don’t worry about me, I’ll get by
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| That was the last day of June
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| This is the first of July
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| You don’t have to pity me, it’s something i don’t need
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| The signs were clearly written I just didn’t pay heed
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| Was I wrong to let you go without another fight?
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| Was I wrong to think I won’t be missing you tonight?
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| I don’t feel particularly good
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| But don’t you worry about me, I’ll get by
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| That was the last day of June
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| This is the first of July
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| They say that time has got a funny way of healing
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| Right now that’s the only consolation I can find
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| You might find another guy and break his heart tomorrow
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| And I might find the peace of mind that gets me through the day
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| I don’t feel particularly good
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| But don’t you worry about me, I’ll get by
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| That was the last day of June
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| And this is the first of July
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| This is the first of July
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| This is the first of July |