| You looked down at your cup and you won’t look back up
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| It’s the last time I saw your eyes
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| I’d forgotten their color, their shape, and their flutter
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| It’s been that long since you’d looked in mine
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| And there’s a lover in my head
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| And there’s a stranger in my bed
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| And I won’t know until the morning comes
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| You started to lose all your color, all your proof
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| And I’ve wondered if you’ve moved on
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| Those brown eyes in the morn', that tee shirt that I adore
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| That terrible haircut
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| And there’s a lover in my head
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| And there’s a stranger in my bed
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| I thought I knew those eyes
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| But there’s a foreigner inside
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| See I had this thought that we’d pick up where we left off
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| But it turns out I was a fool
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| When I came to visit you I barely recognized you
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| Under your new neighborhood
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| And there’s a lover in my head
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| And there’s a stranger in my bed
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| Thought I knew his eyes
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| But there’s a foreigner inside |