| The light beams in by the window, where we used to sleep
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| The dust piled up on the books, that we used to read
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| The cup stained the table from the coffees, that we used to drink
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| I guess from now on I’m gonna have to switch to tea
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| And what good is love
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| What good is love, if you don’t love me
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| What good are my eyes
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| What good are my eyes, if it’s you I don’t see
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| Left you a long voicemail the other day
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| The mail’s building up, you got bills to pay
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| I’d drive’em to your house, but you haven’t told me where you stay
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| Forever was the path, but baby you walked away
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| Oooooooh, what good is love
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| What good is love, if you don’t love me
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| What good are my eyes
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| What good are my eyes, if it’s you I don’t see
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| And what kind of a man
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| What kind of a man goes down so easy
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| And what good is your love
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| What good is your love without me
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| Ooooooooooooooooooooh
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| Why can’t we just go back to when we first met
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| 'Cause now the present and the future I’m trying to forget
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| I’m at home eating dinner, I lost my appetite
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| And I’m trying to figure out why
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| Why can’t we just go back to way back when
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| When the present and the future went hand in hand
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| I’m at home eating dinner, I lost my appetite
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| And I’m trying to figure out why
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| Oooooooh, what good is love
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| Ooooooh, what good is love, if you don’t love me
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| And what good are my eyes
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| What good are my eyes, if it’s you I don’t see
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| And, what kind of a man
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| What kind of a man goes down so easy
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| And what good is your love
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| What good is your love, without me |