As we walk through the street, hand in hand
My heart races whilst I think what to say
But, when my time is up, and I have nothing to say
I feel ashamed, embarrased, and I suddenly realise
How little we have in common.
We decide to break up,
I don't think that this is the sensible thing to do
But what can I do, I have nothing to say to you,
My life is complicated enough, and now I am in pain
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