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Uproots and move to another side of town Pack all your things, wash all the walls Leave nothing in your wake Save the sting of these empty halls No letter, no lipstick, no note No messages of any kind or sort I heard her say all these awful things about you I won't repeat them here for they were were much too cruel What was I to think? All those cards I ever formed for you two I found floating in the sink Maybe you could write me? Maybe you might, maybe you should Maybe you should call me Maybe you won't though maybe you would? I'll bet you never been kissed by a child with so much affection Never by a child who ever loved you so much in return for your nothing And that's plainly it, dearest don't you comprehend What I sacrifice of me in return for all your nothing? From Letras Mania