| You were a brand-new blue jean, picket on the front lawn |
| A reason just to get off the floor |
| From a friend to a stranger |
| A simple re-arranger |
| Should I even open that door? |
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| It was a Sunday morning hanging by a shoelace |
| Felt like you were starting a war |
| Now you're changing and moving, I'll take my ass to Houston |
| 'Cause I don't think you love me anymore |
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| It's alright |
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| I was a headache some days, but surely no one's perfect |
| See, loving me's like doing a chore |
| But you told me you'd hold me |
| Forget the matrimony |
| I don't think I love you anymore |
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| And if this is my goodbye |
| It's been the longest of my life |
| I see my shoes have been filled |
| And still, all I can hope is that he's treating you nice |
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| I see the new man you're holding |
| The bar is finally closing |
| I don't know what I'm bugging you for |
| Between the silence and the mileage |
| The feelings you were hiding |
| I don't think you love me anymore |
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| And I don't think I love you anymore |
| But I don't think I'll ever be so sure |
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