She gets her things together, puts them by the door.

She says, "There's no love here anymore."

I'll never be the same if she walks out,

but she's almost a memory now.



Wish I could turn her heart around.

I feel so alone and she's not even gone,

but she's almost a memory now.



She hasn't even left, but I know she's gone.

She never even said where we went wrong.

One thing that I know without a doubt,

she almost a memory now.



I feel so alone and she's not even gone.

But she's almost a memory now.



Wish I could turn her heart around.

I feel so alone, and she's not even gone.

But she's almost a memory now.

She's almost, she's almost,

she's almost a memory.

Wish I could turn her heart around.



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