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是不是这个So now I'm here in my room,Curtains closed, lights off,And I'm all alone,The smell of dinner,My mother's calling,But I don't care, I can't let go.And I've still got your shirt,It fills this room with memories I can't forget.Now I make my way out of bed,A flashback reveals pictures of you in my head,No, the door handle's turning,I don't want anyone else in here,I must get over you and move on.And I've still got your shirt,It fills this room with memories I can't forget,And I miss your touch,And the sounds of your voice I can't forget.So I'll sit back and count the stars I put on my ceiling,The stars outside, I try to hide because they remind me of,Nights that we spent alone in my room,We always talked about our turn-ons,I want to forget. |
