| From the moment the lights went off
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| Everything had changed
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| Lie awake in an empty room
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| In my head it all feels the same
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| Like the taste of the day you left
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| That still lingers on my breath
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| And the dampness of tears that left
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| A stain where you had wept
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| All alone with the negligee
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| That still hangs off of my bed
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| I keep meaning to give it away
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| But I just leave it there instead
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| No need to cry about it
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| I cannot live without it
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| Why do you do this to me?
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| You penetrate right through me
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| Three more days 'til I see your face
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| I’m afraid it’s far too much
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| Cook a meal and fix up the place
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| Dial your number, hang it up
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| If I took you for granted
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| I apologize for acting tough
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| You’re my reason for living
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| And there’s no way I’m giving up, oh
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| No need to cry about it
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| I cannot live without it
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| Why do you do this to me?
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| You penetrate right through me
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| Now every evening is a bitter fight
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| And I’m eating home alone on a Friday night
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| I know what your friends say
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| «He's just wasting your love and time»
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| I will never let you change your mind
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| No need to cry about it
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| I cannot live without it
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| Why do you do this to me?
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| You penetrate right through me
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| No need to cry about it
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| I may just die without it
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| Why do you do this to me?
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| You penetrate right through me
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| Every time I wind up back at your door
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| Every time I wind up back at your door |