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You come into my life |
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And then you go away |
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You make me feel like a fool |
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For wanting you to stay |
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But i'm a busy guy |
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A lot of things to do |
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But there's a reason why |
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Some of them just seem to lose their flavor |
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I feel like death warmed up |
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I can't taste the coffee in my cup |
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I feel so low i'm underground |
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Every time you're not around |
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And if i didn't feel so high |
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And if i didn't feel so proud |
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Then i wouldn't cry |
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I wouldn't feel so down |
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When you're not around |
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You come and fill me up |
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With ecstasy and pain |
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And then i run on empty |
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'til i see you again |
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But i've got things to do |
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And places i can go |
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I guess i can't blame you |
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If some of them just seem to feel like nowhere |
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No, i don't feel so great |
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I can't taste the sandwich on my plate |
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I try to sing but there's no sound |
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Every time you're not around |
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And if i didn't feel so high |
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And if i didn't feel so proud |
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Then i wouldn't cry |
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I wouldn't feel so down |
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When you're not around |
