| Every song is a memory
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| Of the way that we used to be
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| And the words are coming back to me
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| Now this room’s so empty
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| Just a space where we used to be
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| But I swear I heard you calling me
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| I know when you’re kissing her
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| You taste me on her lips
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| I’m smiling but I’m breaking down
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| I put my favourite record on
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| Coz I’m crying on the inside
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| I’m dancing like there’s nothing wrong
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| But I’m crying on the inside
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| Crying on the inside
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| So we rewrite history
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| Trade pain for poetry
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| I think that time is playing tricks on me
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| I know when you’re kissing her
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| You taste me on her lips
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| I’m smiling but I’m breaking down
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| I put my favourite record on
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| Coz I’m crying on the inside
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| I’m dancing like there’s nothing wrong
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| But I’m crying on the inside
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| Crying on the inside
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| You see me smiling but I’m crying on the inside
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| Look at me dancing but I’m dying on the inside
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| You see me smiling but I’m crying on the inside
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| Look at me dancing but I’m dying on the inside
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| Crying on the inside
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| I put my favourite record on
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| Coz I’m crying on the inside
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| I’m dancing like there’s nothing wrong
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| But I’m crying on the inside
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| Crying on the inside |