| I’m sleepless on this red eye, I’m talking to this new guy
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| He kinda has your blue eyes, blue eyes
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| And I hope that you’re unhappy, because that’s easier to carry
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| Than the thought of what could have been
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| But nights are harder, day time is easy
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| Fill it with all my friends so I forget that you’re not with me
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| Got trouble sleeping your space is empty
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| Your side’s cold
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| Be seeing bits of you wherever I go
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| And when I’m finally happy, who do I call?
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| Nobody knows me like you do
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| What the hell am I supposed to do?
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| Am I wrong for thinking maybe you might turn around
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| Tell me it’s not her and you love now
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| Nobody loves you like I do
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| What the hell am I supposed to do?
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| The songs we used to dance to, the ones we fell in love to
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| Now I can’t let them play through, play through
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| And that playground near our old house when I walk past, I just look down
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| But nights are harder, day time is easy
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| Fill it with all my friends so I forget that you’re not with me
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| Got trouble sleeping your space is empty
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| Your side’s cold
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| Be seeing bits of you wherever I go
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| And when I’m finally happy, who do I call?
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| Nobody knows me like you do
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| What the hell am I supposed to do?
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| Am I wrong for thinking maybe you might turn around
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| Tell me it’s not her and you love now
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| Nobody loves you like I do
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| What the hell am I supposed to do…
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| What’d I do… do I wait for you…
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| Your side’s cold, be seeing bits of you wherever I go
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| When I’m finally happy, who do I call? |