| You don’t talk to me
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| Not the way that you used to
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| Maybe I don’t listen
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| In a way that makes you think I do
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| I’ve been wondering
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| About what we’re gonna do
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| A house full of empty rooms
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| You don’t kiss me
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| Not the way that I wish you would
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| Maybe I don’t look at you
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| In a way that makes you think you should
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| Still I’ve been thinking about how it’s gonna be
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| Years of giving up your dreams
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| And I’m far from perfect
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| I’m far from anything but I swear that when we started
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| I used to make you happy
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| But I don’t know you
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| Not the way that I thought I did
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| Maybe you don’t know me
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| And you don’t wanna be the first to say
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| I’ve been wondering about what we’re gonna do
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| And I’ve been wondering about what we’re gonna do
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| A house full of empty rooms
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| A house full of empty rooms |