| She took the TV and the toaster
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| She took the curtains and the car
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| I guess she took for granted
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| I wouldn’t take it very hard
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| And for someone in a hurry
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| She took her own sweet time
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| But it’s not what she took that hurt
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| It’s what she left behind
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| A bedroom full of memories
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| That time cannot erase
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| Photographs of the two of us
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| That she said throw away
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| She took my heart and soul
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| And left me here to lose my mind
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| No, it’s not what she took that hurt
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| It’s what she left behind
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| She said I’ve given you my best
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| But I can’t take no more
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| She said I’ve run out of reasons
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| Then she walked out the door
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| It’s gonna take a lot of doin'
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| To get over her goodbye
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| 'Cause it’s not what she took that hurt
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| It’s what she left behind
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| A bedroom full of memories
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| That time cannot erase
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| Photographs of the two of us
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| That she said throw away
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| She took my heart and soul
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| And left me here to lose my mind
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| No, it’s not what she took that hurt
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| It’s what she left behind
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| She took my heart and soul
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| And left me here to lose my mind
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| No, it’s not what she took that hurt
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| It’s what she left behind |