You said that you were getting cigarettes
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It¹s been a week and you're not back yet
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Your ashtray sits, empty, unused
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I sit waitin', empty, confused
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What could I have done
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To make you feel this way?
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What could I have said
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To make you walk away?
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If only I could know,
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If only I could see
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But you're not ever comin' back to me
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You said I was the only man for you
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But now it seems you've got another view
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And is it someone else, or was it me?
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Who is it with whom you'd rather be?
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What could I have done
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To make you feel this way?
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What could I have said
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To make you walk away?
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If only I could know,
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If only I could see
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But you're not ever comin' back to me
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I go to bed at night and dream of you
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But in my dreams you're not just one, but two
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And arm in arm you walk the beach
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Just far enough to be out of reach
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What could I have done
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To make you feel this way?
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What could I have said
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To make you walk away?
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If only I could know,
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If only I could see
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But you're not ever comin' back to me
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Never Comin' Back
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