| There’s clothes all over the floor
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| I don’t remember them being here before
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| Smell of perfume isn’t here, why’s lipstick on the mirror?
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| And still I don’t understand
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| No pictures left in the hall, there’s three new holes in my wall
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| Where the hells my credit cards, why’s my wallet in the yard
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| And still I don’t understand
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| Well now I guess I should’ve listened
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| When you said you’d had enough
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| A little trick I picked up from my father
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| In one ear and out the other, whys love gotta be so tough?
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| Should see the look on my face, my shit’s all over the place
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| Why’s this happening to me, why’d you take both sets of keys?
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| And still I don’t understand
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| Well now I guess I should’ve listened
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| When you said you’d had enough
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| A little trick I picked up from my father
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| In one ear and out the other, Whys love gotta be so tough?
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| Well now I guess I should’ve listened
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| There’s clothes all over my floor
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| I don’t remember them being here before
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| There are no candles in here, lipstick still on my mirror?
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| And still I don’t understand
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| Now I guess I should’ve listened
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| When you said you’d had enough
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| A little trick I picked up from my father
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| In one ear and out the other, why must life be so tough?
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| Well now I guess I should’ve listened
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| When you said you’d had enough
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| A little trick I picked up from my father
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| In one ear and out the other, whys love gotta be so tough |