Got your scent on the sheets
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Though I washed ¡®em ¡®bout a dozen times
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It¡¯s still your voice on the machine
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Saying sorry, I¡¯m on the other line
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You had so many shoes and I used to complain
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Now I¡¯m wishing that the closet was full again
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No, you don¡¯t
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It¡¯s like you never went anywhere
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There¡¯s an xBox where your books used to be
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There¡¯s an antique chair where you used to be
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There¡¯s a cold cold place where you used to sleep
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And I just can¡¯t leave
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I can take the pictures down
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And still I¡¯d see your face
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¡®Cause when I look around
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All I see is traces of you
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Traces of you
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Had our own matching robes
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But now the his & hers are only his
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Been so long
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Is it wrong?
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That I can¡¯t just get over this
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And as I¡¯m sitting here reading this takeaway
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I¡¯m wishin¡¯ I could set the table for 2 again
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But you¡¯re gone oh
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And it hasn¡¯t hit me at all
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There¡¯s an xBox where your books used to be
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There¡¯s an antique chair where you used to be
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There¡¯s a cold cold place where you used to sleep
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And I just can¡¯t leave
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And I can take the pictures down
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But still I¡¯d see your face
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¡®Cause when I look around
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All I see is traces of you
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Traces of you
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I could burn everything, it reminds me of you
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I could move ¡®cross the world tryna start brand new
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But the memories remain and nothing¡¯s gonna change
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No, nothing¡¯s gonna change (gonna change)
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That you¡¯re gone
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Uh that you¡¯re gone
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Traces of You
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| Guy Sebastian |
