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The look upon her face She was still a girl at 21 But she had her mind made up That she could never fall the way she fell for me She used to be my lover But now she's just an old friend, A bittersweet self-concluding end. The look upon her face When I told her I was leaving in the morning, It still haunts me, in my dreams Whoa-oh-oh The look upon her face, When I told her I was leaving in the morning, It still haunts me, in my dreams Whoa-oh-oh The look upon her face She still calls me up despite the fact She said that she's moved on, She's seeing other guys, just to piss me off I know, she knows, the way to make me sweat, But openly I'll say: That I could care less. The look upon her face When I told her I was leaving in the morning, It still haunts me, in my dreams Whoa-oh-oh The look upon her face, When I told her I was leaving in the morning, It still haunts me, in my dreams Whoa-oh-oh Ohhh The look upon her face, The look upon her face, The look upon her face Ohhh The look upon her face, The look upon her face, The look upon her face, The look upon her face The look upon her face The look upon her face It still haunts me, In my dreams |