(Adam Miller)
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I can take your pictures off my wall
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And tell myself that I don't care at all
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I can make believe I'm better off without you
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I can build a wall
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I can fool myself
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But that won't help at all
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You see the problem is deep within my heart
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And the memory is to blame
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And I won't really be the same
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As long as you're there
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I tore up all your letters I had saved
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As if that would make my loneliness go away
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Then I spent the day picking up the little pieces
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Just to read again
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All about the way you loved me way back when
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You see the problem is deep within my heart
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And the memory is to blame
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And I won't really be the same
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As long as you're there
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You see the problem is deep within my heart
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And the memory is to blame
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And I won't really be the same
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As long as you're there
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I'm light and gay with friends who come to call
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I've learned to hold my tears that were meant to fall
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Then late at night your face appears before me
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Like a cannon ball
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And I know that I've learned nothing after all
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You see the problem is deep within my heart
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And the memory is to blame
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And I won't really be the same
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As long as you're there
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As Long As You're There
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| The Partridge Family |
