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You call me to tell me that you’re leaving
That you can’t take any more, that you’ve had enough
Of seeing me every day, of sharing my bed
Of Sundays of football stuck in the house
You tell me that love, just as it comes, goes
And that yours has left through the window
And that it found a place in another bed
And you’ve painted your smile red
And you’ve hung up the bag I gave you
And that dress that you never wore, you’re wearing today
And you go out to the street, looking for love
And you’ve painted your smile red
And you’ve hung up the bag I gave you
And that dress that you never wore, you’re wearing today
And you go out to the street, looking for love
You call me to tell me that you’re fooling yourself
And that there’s nothing left of our love
You look for another nest, calling at another house
That you lack caresses in the mornings
You tell me that love, just as it comes, goes
And that yours has left through the window
And that it found a place in another bed
And you’ve painted your smile red
And you’ve hung up the bag I gave you
And that dress that you never wore, you’re wearing today
And you go out to the street, looking for love
And you’ve painted your smile red
And you’ve hung up the bag I gave you
And that dress that you never wore, you’re wearing today
And you go out to the street, looking for love