I reach back into yesterday, and pull you from my memory, and the good you brought my life is all I see.
Then the wrong things I have done, march past me, one by one, and the more I think of you, the less I think of me.
With every little thought of you, I sink lower.
In my sight, the least of mice and men, I've just got to be.
For the best you had to give, I gave only lonely nights.
Now the more I think of you, the less I think of me.
The devil must have been nearby, to cheer me on when I made you cry.
No mortal man could cause such misery.
Any peace I hope to find won't come with you still on my mind.
Cause the more I think of you, the less I think of me.
The more I think of you, girl, the less I think of me.
The more I think of you, girl, the less I think of me.
The more I think of you, girl, the less I think of me.
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