There's a part of this feeling that I just cannot kill
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But the name of this thing is not love
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And I can't take a potion, and I won't take a pill
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So it tortures me still
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But the name of this thing is not love
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Then you start entertaining such a terrible thought
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Life is so very short
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And the name of this thing is not love
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There's a bruise on her arm
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And some blood on the floor
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But the name of this thing is not love
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And they're taunting some girl
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That they claim to adore
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She can't take anymore
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But the name of this thing is not love
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Who in the world do you think that you are?
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That you pushed me this far
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But the name of this thing is not love
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He thinks of her still
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Although you'd never guess
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He's trying so to forget her
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The occasional moments that he'll always bless
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Watching her dress
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For worse or better
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He watched her pick over her broken playthings
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What played on his mind is not love
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The cast aside tokens and discarded rings
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Over one of his flings
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But the name of this thing is not love
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Then he threw something down in the wild rushing river
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And won't ever recover
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But the name of this thing is not love
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Then you start out pretending that you're so very tough
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Life is not short enough
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But the name of this thing is not love
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The Name Of This Thing Is Not Love
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| Elvis Costello |
