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Woorden: Pulp. Don't You Want Me Anymore?.

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On the night that I was leaving,
The moon rose in the sky.
As I came, to fetch my suitcase,
And then you began to cry.
I've never seen you look so ugly as the way you did that night.
That night was eighteen months ago.
Now I'm two hours from the station.
Yeah I'm coming home again.
I'm gonna show this town who's master soon as I get off this train.
You're gonna love me more than ever,
And the sun will shine again.
And I will kiss your face,
And I will make you smile again.
And then the whole damn town will come on out to welcome me.
Oh they will open all the doors and give it all to me.
Oh no but still your voice is ringing in my ears.
Don't you want me anymore?
Don't you want me anymore?
And I can't, I can't believe it's happening.
I know that, oh there must be some mistake.
You found yourself another lover,
And you're glad we made the break.
Oh you don't even, you don't even want to see me.
You just wanna wave and say "Goodbye.
Go away now, and leave us alone,
No this house is not your own."
And now the whole damn town has come on out to laugh at me.
Oh yeah.
Oh they can stare for evermore; you do not care for me.
Oh no.
Oh they can stare now for a hundred thousand years.
Don't you want me anymore?
Don't you want me anymore?
Don't you want me anymore?
Don't you want me anymore?