| I seem to be collected and composed
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| Give people that impression I suppose
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| But I know you don’t love me anymore
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| So my heart keeps walkin' the floor
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| When I go out to places where we’ve been
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| I never watched to see if you come in
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| My fingers don’t tap tables anymore
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| But my heart keeps walkin' the floor
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| The way I’m missing you must always be
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| A secret between myself and me
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| The part of seeing you gives me a chill
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| Afraid I want you so afraid I will
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| I spend my nights just waiting for the day
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| When light will come and chase the dark away
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| My eyes may fall asleep just like before
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| But my heart keeps walkin' the floor
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| The way I’m missing you must always be
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| A secret between myself and me
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| The part of seeing you gives me a chill
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| Afraid I want you so afraid I will
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| I spend my nights just waiting for the day
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| When light will come and chase the dark away
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| My eyes may fall asleep just like before
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| But my heart keeps walkin' the floor
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| Yes, my heart keeps walkin' the floor |