歌词
It's been two years eighth months and a day
Walking 'round in New York in the rain
And right now I'm a walking cliché
It's been two years eighth months nothing's changed
I'm out here trying to love somebody
I tell myself I'm doing well
But every time I think about you
Still hurts like hell
Where'd you meet Where's he from What's his name
Does he touch Does he love you the same
And I know I'm a walking cliché
It's been two years eight months nothing's changed
I'm out here trying to love somebody
I tell myself I'm doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell
By now you're probably loving somebody
By now you're probably doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
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