| Well I don’t think of you at all
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| Not since that wet day on the hill
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| There’s plenty here to warm my soul
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| So I don’t think of you at all
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| And I don’t worry about the end
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| Death comes to all of us, my friend
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| And I wet my lips and practice press
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| And I laugh, they can’t tell it’s pretend
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| And look, it’s not easy to control my mind
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| And I done it daily, I rinse it out with wine
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| But so long as my eyes never leave the
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| I don’t think of you at all
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| And I’ve let go of all my pain
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| Through sheer willpower I made it leave
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| One minute the bottle was before me and then
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| It was empty and painless, I can’t explain
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| And I made peace with family
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| Their cruelty does not bother me
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| And I flowed high above
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| And below me I see
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| Them torn in a way, easy
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| And look, it’s not easy to control my mind
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| And I done it daily, I rinse it out with wine
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| But so long as my eyes don’t let those
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| I don’t think of you at all
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| Well I’ve forgotten how you smelled
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| And there’s no-one on this earth who I can tell
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| And of all these lies, this one is true
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| I’ve lost interest in life without you
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| And I don’t think of you at all
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| And it’s too painful
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| And of all these lies, this one is true
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| I’ve lost interest in life without you
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| And look, it’s not easy to control my mind
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| And I done it daily, I rinse it out with wine
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| But so long as my eyes don’t let
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| I don’t think of you
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| And I don’t think of you
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| And I don’t think of you at all |