<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=69707" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Can't Stand Losing You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've called you so many times today<br>And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say<br>That you don't ever want to see me again<br>And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten<br>I guess you'd call it cowardice<br>But I'm not prepared to go on like this<br>I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing<br>I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing<br>I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing you<br>I can't stand losing you<br>I can't stand losing you<br>I can't stand losing you<br>I see you sent my letters back<br>And my L.P. records and they're all scratched<br>I can't see the point in another day<br>When nobody listens to a word I say<br>You can call it lack of confidence<br>But to carry on living doesn't make no sense<br>I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing<br>I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing<br>I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing<br>I can't, I can't stand losing you<br>I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing<br>I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing<br>I guess this is our last goodbye<br>And you don't care, so I won't cry<br>But you'll be sorry when I'm dead<br>And all this guilt will be on your head<br>I guess you'd call it suicide<br>But I'm too full to swallow my pride<br>I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing<br>I can't, I can't...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Feeder - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=69707" data-title="Can't Stand Losing You" data-description="I've called you so many times today And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say That you don't ever want to see me again And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten I guess you'd call it cowardice But I'm not prepared to go on ..."></div> </div> </div>

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