do you know

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that?s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?

How can I love you? How can I love you? How can I love you? How can I love you? . . . .
If you just don?t talk to me, babe.

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