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HOW INSENSITIVE |
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How insensitive |
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I must have seemed |
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when he told me |
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that he loved me. |
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How unmoved and cold |
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I must have seemed |
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when he said it |
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so sincerely. |
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Why, he must have asked |
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did I just turn and |
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stare in icy silence? |
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What was I to do? |
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What can you do? |
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when a love affair is over? |
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Now he's gone away |
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and I'm alone with |
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the memory of |
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his last look. |
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Vague and drawn |
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and sad, I see it still |
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All the heartbreak |
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of his last look. |
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Why, he must have asked |
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would I just turn |
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and stare in icy silence? |
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What was I to say? |
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What can you say? |
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when a love affair is over? |
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Why, he must have asked |
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did I just turn |
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and stare in icy silence? |
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What was I to say? |
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What can you say? |
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when a love affair is over? |
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over |
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over |