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He put her heart into his pocket |
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He didn't think to give it back |
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She didn't do a thing to stop it |
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Just one less thing now to unpack |
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Oh, now she's home |
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And since he never calls her |
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Then he'll never have to know |
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He drove away to watch the sunrise |
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She only saw it set away |
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He doesn't think of her the way she thinks of him |
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He fell asleep, she stayed awake |
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Oh, now she's home |
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And since he never calls her |
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Then he'll never have to know |
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She tries to write him a letter |
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All she can write is 'I love you' |
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This envelope will never make it to the postbox |
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She's feeling stupid an confused |
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Oh, now she's home |
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And since he never calls her |
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Then he'll never have to know |