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           I called her today.

           Hi, was what I was going to say.

           I thought I was going to hit the floor.

           She had left there, through the door.

          

           She don't live here anymore.



           I guess me, she did not care.

           It was not fair.

          We were having fun.

           I guess she decided we were done.

           I guess she decided to run.

          

            She don't live here anymore.



        I have been talking it, all day.

        There is nothing more to say.

        I feel so alone.  I gave a moan.

        A big pain in my head.  I want to go to bed.



             She don't live here anymore.    



     She, I thought was going to be fun.

        Darkness before the sun.

  Darkness before the dawn.    

  I just want to know why.  I am going to cry.

            Where she go?  I do not know.

           Where did she fly?  She did not even say goodbye.

        

            Oh, she don't live here no more.

            Yeah, she don't live here no more.