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How insensitive . . . i must have seemed |
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When she told me that she loved me . . . |
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How unmoved an' cold . . . i must have seemed |
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When she told me so sincerely . . . |
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Why . . . she must have asked |
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Do i just turn an' stare in icy silence? |
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What was i to say . . . |
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What can you say when a love affair is over? |
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Why . . . she must have asked |
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Do i just turn an' stare in icy silence? |
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What was i to say . . . |
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What can you say when a love affair is over? |
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Now, she's gone away |
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And i'm alone with a memory of her last look . . . |
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Vague an' drawn an' sad . . . i see it still |
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All her heartbreak in her last look . . . |
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How . . . she must have asked |
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Could i just turn an' stare in icy silence? |
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What was i to do . . . |
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What can one do when a love affair is over? |
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It's over . . . |
