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Not Over You Yet

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You were the first who ever brought me out
Showed me what life and love was all about
Gave me things that I never need
You're in my thoughts, my every dream

I found joy in your touch, I miss your kisses
The way you made me blush
Life is cruel now that you're gone
I love you so I can't let go, yeah

Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me
Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me

I hate you so for what you done to me
Made me fall in love with no security
I gotta move on move on my life
But it's so hard when you're still on my mind

I found joy in your touch
I miss your kisses the way you made me blush
Life is cruel now that you're gone
I love you so I can't let go
I'm crazy for you

Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me
Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me

Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me
Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me

I miss your kisses
I miss your touch
I'm crazy for you

Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me
Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me

Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me
Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me

Not yet
Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me
Not over you yet
Not trying to forget
The way that you loved me


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