When your here with me,
All I seem to do,
Is think of you.
And when your gone,
All I seem to do,
Is think of you
Wheather your here,
Or there,
Everywhere,
Or no where at all
All I seem to do,
Is think of you.
Think of you.
Think of you.
Why?
Why do I think of you?
We've(you0 made it clear,
We're nothing more.
Nothing more,
Than we used to be.
Nothing more than we ever were.
So when your here with me,
I must not think
Of what we used to be.
 
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