When i think of the stranger,
i can see him leading the group of gorgeous girls
i can smell his branded, sweet-smelling cologne
i can feel the ego feeling in him
i can taste the softness of his lips against mine
i will not cry, i will not cry...
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When i think of the bed,
i can see the loneliness in her eyes
i can smell the salty-tears of sadness in the room
i can feel the sorrow of the past in her heart
i can taste the sadness in her
cause the feeling is the same as in my heart...
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If everything was opposite,
you would be here
and i would be there.
The past would be now,
and the pain would be joy.
You would not have gone,
and we two would be one.