Got your scent on the sheets
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Though I washed ‘em ‘bout a dozen times
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It’s still your voice on the machine
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Saying sorry, I’m on the other line
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You had so many shoes and I used to complain
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Now I’m wishing that the closet was full again
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No, you don’t
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It’s like you never went anywhere
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There’s an xBox where your books used to be
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There’s an antique chair where you used to be
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There’s a cold cold place where you used to sleep
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And I just can’t leave
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I can take the pictures down
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And still I’d see your face
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‘Cause when I look around
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All I see is traces of you
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Traces of you
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Had our own matching robes
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But now the his & hers are only his
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Been so long
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Is it wrong?
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That I can’t just get over this
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And as I’m sitting here reading this takeaway
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I’m wishin’ I could set the table for 2 again
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But you’re gone oh
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And it hasn’t hit me at all
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There’s an xBox where your books used to be
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There’s an antique chair where you used to be
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There’s a cold cold place where you used to sleep
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And I just can’t leave
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And I can take the pictures down
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But still I’d see your face
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‘Cause when I look around
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All I see is traces of you
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Traces of you
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I could burn everything, it reminds me of you
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I could move ‘cross the world tryna start brand new
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But the memories remain and nothing’s gonna change
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No, nothing’s gonna change (gonna change)
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That you’re gone
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Uh that you’re gone
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Traces of You
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| Guy Sebastian |
