Sometimes I feel like I'm an intruder
Everywhere I look I stumble upon her
Her stuff is still lying around your house
She needs to drop by when I'm around
She calls you up when we want to go to bed
Right after we made love very passionate
Her stuff's in the bathroom closet, mine in the shower cabin
Her contact lenses are still in your trash bin
It wouldn't feel weird to have the keys to your place
If it didn't seem like she only just left you yesterday
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