The candle can't bring me love not a thing
Can't warm my skin or sing like you
No thing can boil my blood and sting like you do
Someday I'll stop buying things
That don't give me the high that's missing
There's no room between
They'll never be what was you
No blanket can hold me
No bath plug can stop up this hole
Or control this blue, no cup can catch this spill
Stay filled with the feeling of you
Someday I'll stop buying things
That don't give me the high that's missing
There's no room between
They'll never be what was you
Someday I'll stop buying things
Like I'll stop missing you
I'll throw everything out of the door
You must use objects without hearts just like you
Someday I'll stop buying things
That don't give me the high that's missing
Someday I'll stop buying things
Like I'll stop missing you
Someday I'll stop buying things
Like I'll stop missing you
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Even the things you didn't give me

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