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Why is it
Why is it
That if I no longer love you
I want to know about you, know about you
And I think and regret
And I feel sorry for letting you go
Why is it that I remember you like this.
It is supposed
That no feeling
Connects me to you today, to you today
And I think and regret
And I feel the need
To fly to where you are.
Why is it, why is it
Why is it, that I remember you like this
Why is it, why is it
Loving other eyes
I only see you.
In a twilight
Painted with nostalgia
And hopelessness thundering around
It is supposed
That no feeling, no feeling
Connects me to you today
Why is it, why is it
Why is it, that I remember you like this
Why is it, why is it
Loving other eyes
I only see you.
Why is it, why is it
Loving other eyes
I only see you.
