However I ask, the answer's still the same:
You cut me loose because I let you down.
Still, for the first second of every day,
I don't understand why you're not around.
I couldn't face you; I can see that now.
If I covered it up; left you instead;
But to not have your eyes, where I used to drown;
if there's anything left, we left it there...
Oooh... there.
Oooh... there.
Wherever I look, you're always there;
I close my eyes, and see them there;
And hang around, on the clothes I wear;
And I can't even tell you how much I care.
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Sometimes I push you, into the night;
To the darkest place, the only time we meet.
But I won’t need to hurt; or for us to fight;
But most of the time these are the thoughts I keep.
(Oooooh... Keep... Ooooh... etc.)