| You tell me you don’t love me
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| Over a cup of coffee
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| And I just have to look away
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| A million miles between us
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| Planets crashing to dust
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| I just let it fade away
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| I’m walking empty streets
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| Hoping we might meet
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| I see your car parked on the road
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| The light on at your window
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| I know for sure that you’re home
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| But I just have to pass on by
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| So no, of course, we can’t be friends
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| Not while I’m still this obsessed
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| I guess I always knew the score
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| This is how our story ends
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| I smoke your brand of cigarettes
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| And pray that you might give me a call
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| I lie around on bed all day
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| Just staring at the walls
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| Hanging round bars at night
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| Wishing I had never been born
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| And give myself to anyone
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| Who wants to take me home
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| So no, of course, we can’t be friends
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| Not while I still feel like this
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| I guess I always knew the score
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| This is how our story ends
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| You left behind some clothes
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| My belly somersaults
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| When I pick them off the floor
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| My friends all say they’re worried
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| I’m looking far too skinny
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| I’ve stopped returning all their calls
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| And no, of course, we can’t be friends
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| Not while I’m still so obsessed
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| I want to ask where I went wrong
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| But don’t say anything at all
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| It took a cup of coffee
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| To prove that you don’t love me |