If I never think about her, I'll never miss her at all
Never wonder what she's doin, never give her a call
Never see her again and I'll be free as a bird
But the trouble with never is never never works
If I never bring her flowers, I'll never see her smile
If I never try to kiss her, she'll never drive me wild
And I'll never feel the need to say those three little words
But the trouble with never is never never works
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