How insensitive
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I must have seen
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When she told me that she loved me
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How unmoved and cold
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I must have seen
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When she told me so sincerely
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Why, she must have asked,
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Did I just turn and stare in icy silence?
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What was I to do?
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What can you do
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When a love affair is over?
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So now she's gone away
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And I'm alone
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With the memory of her last look
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Vague, and drawn and sad
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I see it still
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All the heartache in that last look
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Why, she must have asked,
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Did I just turn and stare in icy silence?
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What was I to say?
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What can you say
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When a love affair is over?
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How Insensitive
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| The Monkees |
