| You threw away your heart
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| And you got back a stone
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| You saw a strong man crying
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| But it left you cold
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| And yeah my love
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| I wonder how you could, yeah
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| The memory of our love
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| Is still misunderstood
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| When I was your every man
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| A mirror to yourself
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| You woke up in my eyes
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| And you slept as someone else
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| And yeah, how I tried, I tried to do you good
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| Yeah, but the memory of my love
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| Is still misunderstood
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| And I tell you one more time
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| Now you’re acting strange
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| I get to know the third of you
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| Controlling heart and soul
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| With a mind that’s full of blues
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| Yeah, but baby, when the blues gets in your soul
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| You better take a look and then you’ll see
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| That the memory of that love
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| Will still be misunderstood, yeah
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| Now listen, baby
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| I wrote this song for you
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| I wrote those words for me
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| Because you’re so damn blind
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| This part of you I couldn’t see
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| Yeah, but baby, I love you anyway
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| Because the memory of our love
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| In my soul is here to stay |