| Oh, the way that your tears run down the side of your nose
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| It always gets to me but not as much as it does
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| When it was her
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| And I can’t help comparing the two of you
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| It’s like a Formula 1 with a Subaru
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| Oh yes, I’m sorry because I love her more than I love you
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| Yes, I love her more than I love you
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| Oh, you laugh at my jokes but not as much as she did
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| And when you put your make-up on your eyelids
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| It’s not the same
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| It’s like chalk and cheese, her against you
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| It’s like Motorhead and Radio Two
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| Yes, I’m sorry because I love her more than I love you
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| Yes, I love her more than I love you
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| Yes, I love her more than I love you
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| Yes, I love her more than I love you
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| Oh, you always sing when you’re taking a bath
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| But not as much as she sung when she was reading a map
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| And I was driving
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| And I like that coat, it really goes with your hair
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| But not as much as the clothes that she used to wear
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| When she was mine
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| Because I love her more than I love you
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| Yes, I love her more than I love you (repeat to fade) |