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How could you do this to me Sat together by the lake on the 6th Sun sinking, you held my wrist How could you do this to me Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, oh Whoa oh, whoa oh You laughed about the ducks and I pretended not to care Branches shaking, I watched the light in your hair Counting the minutes like maybe you'd stay But you left and I heard you called him the next day I keep replaying all your words That empty park, your thrift store shirt Wish I'd known what I was worth to you How could you do this to me Sat together by the lake on the 6th Sun sinking, you held my wrist How could you do this to me Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, oh Whoa oh, whoa oh