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Got used to it, to being alone at home
And the clock marked the long hours that I spent
Crying for my love, she got used to being alone
To accepting those lies that I made up
To playing alone at night and you not being here
And last night I arrived, but I didn't find her
I've searched all over the house, her clothes are no longer here
Where is she, only her perfume is on my bed
Today I realized, that I'm missing her.

Got used to it, she got tired and wanted
To start a new life alone
Got used to it, like a bitch
Licking her wounds
Got used to it, if God knows where she is
Let him tell me, maybe I
Must pay for my lies one by one
Got used to it.

I've searched all over the house, her clothes are no longer here
Where is she, only her perfume is on my bed
Today I realized, that I'm missing her.

Got used to it, she got tired and wanted
To start a new life alone
Got used to it, like a bitch
Licking her wounds
Got used to it, if God knows where she is
Let him tell me, maybe I
Must pay for my lies one by one
Got used to it.
Got used to it.
Got used to it.
Got used to it.