| Darling, if I’m honest
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| You’ve been on my mind, on my mind all day.
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| And lately, if I’m honest
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| I can’t bring myself to think no other way.
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| I’ve been finding all kinds
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| Of reckless ways to forget your face
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| Like going out on the town
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| And spreading around
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| All that love I kept for you.
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| But no one
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| Touches me like you used to
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| It’s a shame but it’s true
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| Nobody loves me the way that you used to.
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| And darling, well, I’ve been moving
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| Through seas of faces hoping to meet your stare
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| And dancing towards any strangers
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| With your crazy eyes or wayward golden hair
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| I’ve been finding all kinds
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| Of useless ways just to push it all down
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| Like spinning around, spinning around
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| 'Til I fall onto the ground.
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| But no one
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| Touches me like you used to
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| It’s a shame but it’s true
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| Nobody loves me the way that you used to.
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| And I painted over all the cracks
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| But now the paint is peeling back
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah
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| It’s a shame but it’s true (nobody loves me)
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| When the flame turned blue (nobody loves me)
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| It burned a hole right through
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| Now nobody loves me the way that,
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| The way that you, the way that you used to. |