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Lately you’ve been acting in a role that’s unbecoming
Of the girl who taught me there was so much in this world worth living.
The part that you’ve been playing has me dazed and missing you.
But now you’re gone, gone, gone.

The promise never harvested in fallow fields shall lie.
In a shallow grave of stubble field and half-remembered lies.
A burning heart deceived me and you really put me on,
But now you’re gone, gone, gone.

The memories are bittersweet;
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth.
I want to touch you, want to breathe you,
Say, "Fuck you I don’t need you - get out...right now."

We were strangers when we met
And we were strangers when you left
Into a shadow world of painted girls and marionettes.
Used to pride myself on living a life without any regrets,
But now that’s gone, gone, gone.

How can such sweet kisses come from such a poison tongue?
How can a bed of roses hurt so much to lie upon?
It was the thorn beneath the flower that I wasn’t counting on.
And now you’re gone, gone, gone.

The memories are bittersweet;
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth.
I want to touch you, want to breathe you,
Say, "Fuck you I don’t need you - get out...right now."

The city’s not the same,
But all the streets they know your name.
They ask me all about you, but my answers pull up lame.
I’m staggering in last night’s clothes and it’s starting to rain.
And you are gone, gone, gone.

If parted by a river that was running deep and wide,
I’d build a boat to get to you or else I’d drink it dry.
Could fill it back up right now as the tears fall from my eyes.
And you are gone, gone, gone.

The memories are bittersweet;
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth.
I want to touch you, want to breathe you,
Say, "Fuck you I don’t need you - get out...right now."

Babe if we should meet again way on down the road.
Do me this one favor and pretend we never knowed.
I’ll say that you remind me of a girl I knew so long ago,
But now she’s gone, gone, gone

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