| I really miss drinking chocolat chaud
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| You pick me up discretely at the end of my road
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| We would go somewhere quiet and drink them slow
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| And I really miss taking drives with you
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| Forests, fields, and villages we’d pass through
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| There is not one single thing I’d rather do
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| You can move on quickly if you want to
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| Forget about our history if you must
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| You can find a new guy if you’d like to
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| But I’m still hooked up on us
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| Oh, I really miss the spring in my step
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| The one that I contracted from that bed in which we slept
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| When our hands first intertwined and our lips first met
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| And I miss my clothes being ripped from me
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| You found out where I was and got here rapidly
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| Oh, I know not of a purer form of beauty
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| You can move on quickly if you want to
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| Forget about our history if you must
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| You could find a new guy if you’d like to
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| But I’m still hooked up on us
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| Well I know sometimes I’m horrid
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| Baby, I can be pretty mean
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| And I know sometimes I’m dirty
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| But, darling, this is me coming clean
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| I really miss you spending time with me
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| And keeping us in contact almost constantly
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| There is no one that I know I’d rather see
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| And I really miss playing songs for you
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| I would gauge your reactions, let your favourites through
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| You’re the only girl I’ve ever let review
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| You can move on quickly if you want to
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| Forget about our history if you must
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| You can find a new guy if you’d like to
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| But I’m still hooked up on us
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| Yes, I’m still hooked up on us |