We always were the kind of people To take it hard when things would go wrong Little things would bother me And little things would make you cry
And after all the confrontations When it comes time for saying goodbye All that I can wonder Is what do I do with these flowers
And what do I do with my evenings And what do you do with that ring I'm gonna go now No you can't hold me Not with such a sentimental thing
So tell me why I'm feeling nothing And tell me how you can't even cry Little things are logical But if there's a God above then Can it be that love was Just another sentimental thing
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