| Sometimes my memories let me hold and kiss you
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| But they’re just lending me the things i live without
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| And if it’s my fault that i can’t really hold you
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| Yes my ears should burn when fools are talked about
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| What made me think i craved another’s kisses
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| Another so unworthy i found out
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| My arms should have no right to hold another
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| And my ears should burn when fools are talked about
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| At night in dreams i do her callin’to me She loves me she loves me there’s no doubt
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| But my lips have no right to ask forgiveness
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| And my ears should burn when fools are talked about
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| Yes my ears should burn when fools are talked about |