| Baby, you keep showin' up in every dream
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| You’re walkin' 'round my head in your faded jeans
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| I don’t know what it means
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| I don’t know what it means
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| You left without me sayin' what I wanted to
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| The thought of you is fillin' up this empty room
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| I don’t know what to do
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| With all the missin' you
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| I can patch the holes and take a million pictures off the wall
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| I can send you back your old guitar you gave to me
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| Yeah, it don’t bother me at all
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| I can set our bed on fire but your memory’s fireproof
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| So what’s the use?
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| I can’t throw your love away and I can’t give it back to you
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| You made it look so easy with your movin' on (Movin' on)
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| Like you never think about our favorite song
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| Dancin' in the livin' room, slow dancin'
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| It was over way too soon
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| I wake up in the mornin' and I call your name
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| I wish there was a «Get over you» pill to take
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| Everything is different but it’s all the same
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| My heart is so devoted, it won’t even break
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| I can patch the holes and take a million pictures off the wall
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| I can send you back your old guitar you gave to me
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| Yeah, it don’t bother me at all
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| I can set our bed on fire but your memory’s fireproof
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| So what’s the use?
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| I can’t throw your love away and I can’t give it back to you
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| Back to you
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I can’t give you back all the kisses
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| Underneath those summer stars (I can’t give you)
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| I can’t give you back all the cold winter nights
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| Sleepin' in your arms
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| I can patch the holes and take a million pictures off the wall
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| I can send you back your old guitar you gave to me
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| Yeah, it don’t bother me at all
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| Oh, I can set our bed on fire but your memory’s fireproof
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| So what’s the use?
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| I can’t throw your love away and I can’t give it back to you
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| No, I can’t throw your love away and I can’t give it back to you
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| Back to you
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Wish I could give it back, baby
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) |