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And I'm still looking back into the past, |
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My heart's on an auction, |
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This is my all time low. |
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You stole my heart, |
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You say I'm not your type, |
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Stop the lies, |
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My heart contains the ghost of you |
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I can tell you how, |
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I guess you think you wouldn't hurt me if I did not know. . . |
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I do this from time to time, |