(Original by Robyn Hitchcock)
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I used to ring you and put down the phone,
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once wore a hole in your dress.
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Even tried Voodoo outside your home,
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but these days I couldn't care less.
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She doesn't exist any more,
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She doesn't exist any more.
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I let her go like the fool that I was,
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thought I'd get over her soon.
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I smell her perfume when my eyes are closed,
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and I see her face in the moon.
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She doesn't exist any more,
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She doesn't exist any more.
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I tell myself it would be different now,
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I wouldn't treat her that way.
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I wouldn't be me if she wasn't her,
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and it's far too late, anyway.
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'Cause she doesn't exist any more,
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She doesn't exist any more.
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Only inside you the ghost of the love,
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that is wordless and painful and old.
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There's no one else in the whole outside world,
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that matches to her in your soul.
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But she doesn't exist any more,
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She doesn't exist any more.
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She Doesn't Exist Anymore
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