Somebody That I Used To Know

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough

No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

 Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
 But had me believin it was always something that I'd done
 But I don't wanna live that way
 Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know-oh-oh

But you didn't have cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing (oh)
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough (oh)
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect you records
And then change your number (oh)
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

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Somebody (somebody) (now your just somebody that I used to know)
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  Странно е как човек, когото обичаш много в един момент за секунди може да се превърне просто в познат... Да искаш да знаеш всичко за него, а да не знаеш дори къде е, нито дали е добре... Да не помниш как изглежда, но често да те връхлита споменът за мириса на кожата му... Да искаш да си с него повече от всичко, но да не можеш да направиш нищо...