How insensitive
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I must have seemed
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when he told me
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that he loved me.
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How unmoved and cold
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I must have seemed
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when he said it
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so sincerely.
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Why, he must have asked
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did I just turn and
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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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Now he's gone away
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and I'm alone with
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the memory of
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his last look.
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Vague and drawn
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and sad, I see it still
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All the heartbreak
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of his last look.
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Why, he must have asked
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would I just turn
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and stare in icy silence?
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What was I to say?
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What can you say?
|
when a love affair is over?
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Why, he must have asked
|
did I just turn
|
and stare in icy silence?
|
What was I to say?
|
What can you say?
|
when a love affair is over?
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over
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over
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How Insensitive
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| Sinead O'Connor |
