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Old habits die hard old habits like loving you
Like spending my days and nights in missing you
Hours that were yours echoe like empty rooms
Strange faces and your place can't keep away the gloom
Old habits die hard now that you're gone
Old habits die hard old habits like being true
Like counting the hours till I could be with you
Things we used to share I now keep alone I waste my nights here by the telephone
Old habits die hard now that you're gone
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Hours that were yours...