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.
Weather your here, or there, everywhere, or nowhere 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 (you) made it clear we're nothing more.
Nothing more.
Nothing more.
Nothing more than we used to be and nothing more than we ever were.
 
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