Just because I hang out at
the same ol' places
Where the memory of her lingers
everywhere.
Just because I'm not the happy
guy I used to be,
She thinks I still care.
But if she's happy thinking
I still need her,
Then let that silly notion
bring her cheer.
But how could she ever be
so foolish?
Oh, where would she get such
an idea?
Just because I ask a friend
about her.
Just because I spoke her name
somewhere.
Just because I saw her, then
went all to pieces,
She thinks I still care.
She thinks I still care.
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