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We stood outside the |
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Supermarket |
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Such a strange, cold place |
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For such a sad, sad thing |
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And we weren't talking |
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Your eyes were frozen |
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But you looked so pretty, love |
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You were still my favourite thing |
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And cars drove by us |
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And people smiled inside |
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And I hated every one |
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For their simple, easy lives |
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Then I felt something |
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Like a dam just broke |
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A rush of every sea |
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I still love you in my throat |
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But all of that love |
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All of that love |
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All of that love |
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Means nothing now |
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We stood outside the |
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Supermarket |
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Such a strange, cold place |
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For such a sad, sad thing |
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And you weren't talking |
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Your eyes were frozen |
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But you looked so pretty, love |
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When you handed me your ring |
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But all of that love |
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All of that love |
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All of that love |
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Means nothing now |
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Means nothing now |
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Means nothing now |
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Means nothing now |
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Means nothing now |
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(Oh, oh |
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Last November |
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That was a hundred, a hundred years ago) |