What's Wrong

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She told me last night
Was her last night
As his girlfriend
And I've decided
That on good conscience
I can never sleep again
She asks me what's wrong
I say I'm not feeling well
In truth the whole ordeal
Leaves me sick of myself

He told me last night
Was his last night
As my good friend
He forever hates me
Will forever envy me
Wonders how and why I stole his girlfriend
She asks me what's wrong?
I say I'm not feeling well
In truth she'd rather not know
So I keep it to myself

I said last night
Was the last night
That I could freely feel her kiss
She's in my place
But I keep seeing his face
Saying "'ole buddy how could you do this?"
But she asks me what's wrong
I say you don't want to know
Before she can convince me she does
I grab my coat and go

She said last night
Was the first night
Of the rest of our lives
She says to forget the past
The future is bright and up ahead
We're so lucky to be alive
But then she asks me what's wrong
And I don't quite have the nerve to say
That while she's happy and holding me close
I don't love her anymore today

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