| There’s an outline on your chest
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| From my fingernails from every time you’ve left
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| Every day and night for a year
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| I waited for you, dear
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| I could feel it in my bones
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| But my heart is made from stubbornness and hope
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| No one wants to lose in love
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| And I don’t wanna loose
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| I don’t wanna lose you
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| But we are not in love
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| So I fill my life with things
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| To keep my mind off you
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| And I fill my chest with drink
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| To give myself some company
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| 'Cause your mind is never made
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| And your heart is only happy in it’s grave
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| Your were made a mellow kind
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| And you were never mine, you were never mine
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| 'Cause we are not in love
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| We are not not in love
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| We are not the in love
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| And every time you reach for me I fold like a blanket around you
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| Every time you reach for me I fold like a blanket around you
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| And every time I let you back
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| We are not in love
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| We are not, we are not |