You come into my life
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And then you go away
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You make me feel like a fool
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For wanting you to stay
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But I'm a busy guy
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A lot of things to do
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But there's a reason why
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Some of them just seem to lose their flavor
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I feel like death warmed up
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I can't taste the coffee in my cup
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I feel so low I'm underground
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Every time you're not around
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And if I didn't feel so high
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And if I didn't feel so proud
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Then I wouldn't cry
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I wouldn't feel so down
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When you're not around
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You come and fill me up
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With ecstasy and pain
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And then I run on empty
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'Til I see you again
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But I've got things to do
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And places I can go
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I guess I can't blame you
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If some of them just seem to feel like nowhere
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No, I don't feel so great
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I can't taste the sandwich on my plate
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I try to sing but there's no sound
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Every time you're not around
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And if I didn't feel so high
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And if I didn't feel so proud
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Then I wouldn't cry
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I wouldn't feel so down
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When you're not around
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When You're Not Around
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| Joe Jackson |
