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In the mirror I see guilt |
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In your shoes I see myself |
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But I still can't believe that you're gone |
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In the dust of an 8 x 10 |
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I can still caress your frame |
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But I still can't believe that you're gone |
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Oh, I just can't believe |
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That you'd do this to me |
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No, I just can't believe that you're gone |
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What am I supposed to do |
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One is not as fun as two |
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No, I still can't believe that you're gone, no |
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I still can't believe that you're gone |
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In your cup I drink your health |
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On the phone |
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I still can't believe that you're gone |
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And in a pinch I hold your things |
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And brush them up against my skin |
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'Cause I still can't believe that you're gone |
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Oh, I just can't believe |
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That you'd do this to me |
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No, I just can't believe that you're gone |
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What am I supposed to do |
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One is not as fun as two |
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No I still can't believe that you're gone |
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I still can't believe that you're gone |
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And it used to be just like heaven |
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Living hand, hand in glove |
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Used to be that you and I |
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Were building on the property of love |
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Oh, I just can't believe |
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That you'd do this to me |
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No, I just can't believe that you're gone |
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What am I supposed to do |
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One is not as fun as two |
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No, I still can't believe that you're gone |
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I still can't believe that you're gone |
