| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| The tape that I made you,
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| don’t ever remind me of you.
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| I don’t think about you.
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| When I notice your toothbrush
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| by the sink with a coath of dust…
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| No, I don’t think about you.
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| Your smell on the pillow
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| helps me to let go
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| and not think about you.
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| The words that I made you
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| I remember and use…
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| Still I don’t think about you
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| When I find your hair,
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| next to your jacket on my white desk chair…
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| No, I don’t think about you. |