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You call me babe and I melt
Thinking there's something more;
You call me love and I fly
Thinking this illusion is real.

That I can hope again,
For anything to mean something,
I want this to mean something;
Your something's my everything.

How stupid am I?
I thought I was finally moving forward
And moving on from this love.

But a single drunken move of yours
Tore all my work to the ground,
Opening these deep deep scars
And bleeding my heart out slowly.

Bringing me once again this pain
That follows me everywhere I go,
Bringing me this lonely misery
That seems to love me more than you do.