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It's middle of June now |
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And it's been so long |
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It does me no good anymore |
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To try to be strong |
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And I could do a better job |
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Of blocking out your words |
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So when you tell me who |
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You're sleeping with |
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It probably wouldn't hurt so much |
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Fourth June that I've known you |
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And you're still the same |
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I'm glad I finally acknowledge |
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We don't have much in common |
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And that frees me from thinking |
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That there's anything left I can do |
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But try to ignore the fact that |
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I still love you so much |
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But am I over you? |
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I know I'm over you now |
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I know I'm over you now |
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And I could say it to your face |
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No, really, I swear that I'm over you now |
