| I don’t steal your chapstick anymore
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| Don’t wake up to your kiss anymore
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| And I don’t have a washer and dryer full of guitar picks anymore
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| 'Cause you don’t come over to my place anymore
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| Don’t flirt with with my roommate anymore
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| And I don’t run to your friends
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| To get them on my side when we fight anymore
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| And I never say it
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| I keep it inside
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| But maybe I’m wasted
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| Or maybe it’s time to get this off my chest, babe
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| But I don’t love you any less
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| I don’t play you my songs anymore
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| To see if they’re good anymore
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| You don’t tell me your secrets
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| 'Cause you don’t know if I keep them to myself anymore
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| I don’t go to church anymore
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| Don’t know what to believe anymore
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| And I don’t remember the beat of your heart
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| The smell of your car anymore
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| I never say it
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| I keep it inside
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| But maybe I’m wasted
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| Or maybe it’s time to get this off my chest, yeah
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| But I don’t love you any less
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| I don’t
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| Don’t love you any less
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| I don’t
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| Two years and counting
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| all this weight on my chest
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| Two years and counting
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| And I can’t remember what I can’t forget
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| But I don’t love you any less
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| No, I don’t love you anymore
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| But I don’t love you any less
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| I don’t |