| How could you want me
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| When I didn’t want you
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| I couldn’t realise just how you adore me
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| And I look straight through you
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| I wasted all your love
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| On foolish games when I should’ve been there
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| I’m far too late, got a feeling you don’t care
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| I regret what I’ve done and I tried to salvage some
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| Of that love you had to give, I’m begging baby please now
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| Don’t really know what you’re missing
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| 'Til its gone
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| Don’t really know what you’re missing
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| 'Til its gone
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| Don’t really know what you’re missing
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| 'Til its gone
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| Don’t really know what you’re missing
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| I remember every night I’d pick a fight
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| Your hands upon my waist, I push you away
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| Too far gone to right these wrongs
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| God, I miss your taste
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| How could you need me
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| When I didn’t need you
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| At least that’s what I told myself
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| To get through the day
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| Thought you’d find your own way too
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| And now I need your love
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| But I wasted days
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| When I should’ve been there
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| So hard to stay
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| Got feeling you don’t care
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| I regret what I’ve done and I tried to salvage some
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| Of that love you had to give, I’m begging baby please now
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| Don’t really know what you’re missing
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| 'Til its gone
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| Don’t really know what you’re missing
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| 'Til its gone
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| Don’t really know what you’re missing
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| 'Til its gone
|
| Don’t really know what you’re missing
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| I remember every night I’d pick a fight
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| Your hands upon my waist, I push you away
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| Too far gone to right these wrongs
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| God, I miss your taste |