| Grief is the cost of love
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| And I’m not rich enough
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| I’m not rich enough
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| Thoughts put me back to that bar
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| Where I can’t stand up
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| Try to find
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| Try to find the exact moment
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| When you turned it off
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| Before you walked out on me
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| I don’t feel love
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| I can’t feel you anymore
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| I don’t feel love
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| I can’t feel you anymore
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| If you play with a heart enough
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| It turns to dust It turns to dust
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| When you cut out the middle, you’re living with a husk
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| When I call out your name and you don’t answer back
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| I spiral down, down, down, down
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| Down into the black
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| I don’t feel love
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| I can’t feel you anymore
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| I don’t feel love
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| I can’t feel you anymore, anymore
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| You see I can’t see through this understanding
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| I can’t see what you want me to say
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| You throw the past at me like a stone
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| And kick my dust in my bloodied face
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| Try to find Try to find the exact moment
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| When you turned it off
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| Before you walked out on me
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| I don’t feel love
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| I can’t feel you anymore
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| I don’t feel love
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| I can’t feel you anymore, anymore
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| You see just where to lay me open
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| I stay around just drinking my pain
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| You throw my words at me like a stone
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| And spit my lies back in my bloodied face |