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I miss your breath.
Labored and wheezing.
Choked up with phlegm
I miss the times we stayed in bed all day
You swore over the phone to your boss
You'd never felt this way
You called me the cold
But you're the one who froze out me
And trapped me in a HAZMAT vial in the
Basement of the CDC
How can I let you go?
After all that we've been through?
They tell me now that I've been cured
But not from loving you
You called me common
Flu like or the croup
You tried to drown me
With chicken soup
You passed me around
Like a 10 cent whore
But every 4-6 months
I came back for more.
Ebola got a movie
HIV got quilts and songs
The black plague got a tapestry
But I don't even see a handkerchief for me
I'm cured But not from loving you
I started to realize you didn't need me
The moment you forgot whether to starve or feed me
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It's easy for you to call me your ex
But now how do you explain all those wads of kleenex
You couldn't fight me, sent a man to the moon instead
Now all I do is wonder who's keeping you up tonight in your bed
I'm cured, I'm cured.
But not from loving you.
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But not from loving you. Achoo.