Here comes that look again, you want to kill someone
I keep on telling you, that love is over, done
Yes, she was my life, I loved her every day
But she grew tired of me, and then threw me away
That was the ocean, this is a river
Outside of bed, we just don’t deliver
You can’t imagine what I would give her
That was the ocean, this is a river
That was the ocean, this is a river...
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