| The sound of his name
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| Won’t make music today
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| So I, pictured his face
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| To see if the colors had faded
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| Guess I would know how he feels
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| If it wasn’t for my fingers gotten numb
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| Don’t wanna know what it means
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| When your baby slips your mind
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| I am getting away with murder
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| I want to hide where nothing can hurt and
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| (and if I’ll ever be found)
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| If I’ll ever be found
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| I say I’m not who you’re looking for
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| I’ll be in denial say I’m not the one anymore
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| And when the famous words
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| Getting harder to write
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| And you don’t need his hands
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| For passion tonight
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| The first time I forgot
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| I was ignoring every warning sign
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| But now I know what it means
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| When your baby slips your mind
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| I am getting away with murder
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| I want to hide where nothing can hurt and
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| (and if I’ll ever be found)
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| If I’ll ever be found
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| I say I’m not who you’re looking for
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| I’ll be in denial say I’m not the one anymore
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| If I’ll ever be found
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| I say I’m not who you’re looking for
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| I’ll be in denial say I’m not the one anymore
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| Yeah, I’ll be denial say I’m not the one for you now more
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| The sound of his name
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| Won’t make music today
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| So I, I pictured his face
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| To see if the colors had faded
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| Don’t wanna know what it means
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| When your baby slips your mind
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| When your baby slips your mind
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| When your baby slips your mind |