| I don’t want to think about you when you’re gone
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| I don’t want to hear your voice talk on the phone
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| All those notes and all those cards
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| I’m going to throw them in the yard
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| I’m going to put them in the trash where they belong
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| I just want a clean slate, I think I will redecorate
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| Slap some fresh new colors on the walls
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| I’ll throw away your letters and rip up all your sweaters
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| You can’t haunt me, you can’t taunt me when you’re gone, ah yeah
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| Accentuate the positive, that’s what the people say
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| Talk it up, don’t let it get you down
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| But there’s so many negatives that pass along the way
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| Throw them in the river, let 'em drown
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| Bury them in the ground, yeah
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| I don’t want to read about you when you’re gone
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| I don’t want to hear about the things you’ve done
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| I put a filter in my brain, I want to cut out all that pain
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| I don’t want to hear about you when you’re gone
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| Don’t want to hear those melodies, they’re like a touch of leprosy
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| I’ve grown to hate our favourite song
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| If I hear it on the radio, I grab the damn remote control
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| You can’t haunt me, you can’t taunt me when you’re gone, aah
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| When you’re gone
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| All right |