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Someone Like You (Adele)
I heard that you're settled down, that you found a girl and you're married now. I heard that your dreams came true, guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you. Old friend, why are you so shy? It ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited, but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it. I hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over.
Never mind, I'll find someone like you, I wish nothing but the best for you, too. Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said: “sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”.

You'd know how the time flies, only yesterday was the time of our lives. We were born and raised in a summery haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited, but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it. I hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over yet.
Never mind, I'll find someone like you, I wish nothing but the best for you, too. Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said: “sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”
Nothing compares, no worries or cares, regrets and mistakes, they're memories made. Who would have known how bitter-sweet this would taste?

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