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You're Gone
Sat here in the dark
It's too much effort to turn the light on
Too much to put my mask on
Now that you're gone
Sat here all by myself
It's too much to switch on the radio
When every song reminds me of you
And the hell we've been through
Sat here in the night
It's too much to get a blanket for this cold
No one left for me to hold
Why did we never believe what we were told?