What were you doing in my dream last night, honey
Well I thought I locked that door up tight, baby
Well it's a mystery to me how you keep on slipping in my mind
And it's downright dirty that this old wound won't heal with time
Well you could wash my brain
You could tear out my heart
But I would never forget you
You could change my name
I could make a new start
But I would never forget you
And it's kill, kill, killing me
And it's kill, kill, killing me
That I'm still in love with you
Just when I think I've got you in safe keeping
That's when your memory, it comes 'round creeping
Well it's an ache I can't shake and it's creeped down deep into my core
But babe I can't fake it, I can't take this heartbreak anymore
Well you could wash my brain
You could tear out my heart
But I would never forget you
You could change my name
I could make a new start
But I would never forget you
And it's kill, kill, killing me
And it's kill, kill, killing me
That I'm still in love with you
I asked you please to leave my heart but you refused to go
I can't take this pain much longer
You insist on teaching me what I already know
Absence made this heart grow fonder
Well you could wash my brain
You could tear out my heart
But I would never forget you
You could change my name
I could make a new start
But I would never forget you
And it's kill, kill, killing me
And it's kill, kill, killing me
That I'm still in love with you
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