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There's a stain on my notebook |
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Where your coffee cup was |
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And there's ash in the pages |
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Now I've got myself lost |
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I was writing to tell you |
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That my feelings tonight |
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Are a stain on my notebook |
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That rings your goodbye |
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Now she's gone |
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And I'm back on the beat |
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A stain on my notebook |
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Says nothing to me |
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Now she's gone |
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And I'm out with a friend |
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(Out with a friend) |
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With lips full of passion |
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and coffee in bed |
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With the way that you left me |
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I can hardly contain |
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(Hardly contain) |
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The hurt and the anger |
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And the joy of the pain |
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(Joy of the pain) |
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Now knowing I am single |
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There'll be fire in my eyes |
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(Fire in my eyes) |
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And a stain on my notebook |
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For a new love tonight |
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(New love tonight) |
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Now she's gone |
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And I'm back on the beat |
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A stain on my notebook |
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Says nothing to me |
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Now she's gone |
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And I'm out with a friend |
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(Out with a friend) |
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With lips full of passion |
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And coffee in bed |
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Now she's gone |
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(Now she's gone) |
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And I'm out with a friend |
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(Out with a friend) |
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With lips full of passion |
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And coffee in bed |
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From lips without passion |
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To the lips with a kiss |
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There's nothing of your love |
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That I'll ever miss |
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The stain on my notebook |
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Remains all that's left |
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Of the memory of late nights |
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And coffee in bed |
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Of the memory of late nights |
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And coffee in bed |
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Now she's gone |
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And I'm back on the beat |
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A stain on my notebook |
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Says nothing to me |
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Now she's gone |
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And I'm out with a friend |
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With lips full of passion |
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And coffee in bed |
