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And I'll drink my coffee too hot so the burn on my lips will help me forget the taste of your kiss And I'll play my music loud to drown out the sound of your giggles in my head And I'll avert my gaze from under the bed where all your stuff is placed to avoid the memories from seeping in And I'll shudder at the touch of another if they don't feel like you And I'll avoid perfume stores in case your smell lives there in bottles on the shelves I'll ignore and push you down, until there is none of you that remains I'm happy you're gone now, but sometimes, it feels like you've never left.