| There’s just a hint of indifference
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| In her lack of conversation when we talk.
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| And the subject matters change,
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| There’s no mention of our future now at all.
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| She still kisses me each morning,
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| But it seems more like a habit than before.
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| I know she still loves me,
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| But I don’t think she likes me anymore.
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| She used to laugh at all my jokes,
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| But lately I can’t seem to make her smile.
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| And the last time we made love it was good,
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| But God it’s been a while.
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| She’s always there when I get home,
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| But she’s no longer waiting at the door.
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| I know she still loves me,
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| But I don’t think she likes me anymore.
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| 'Cause it’s just a little colder every time I hold her.
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| She’s just going through the motions
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| From what’s left of her devotion;
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| And it scares me half to death
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| Wonderin' what tomorrow holds in store.
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| I know she still loves me,
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| But I don’t think she likes me anymore.
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| Right now I know she loves me,
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| But I don’t think she likes me anymore. |