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In the corner of my room, there's a pile of things that still belong to you |
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And I'll give 'em back, but here tonight |
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I'll go through 'em one by one without a fight |
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And I don't care if |
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I cry, it should hurt you said goodbye and |
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I have the right to drag it out and make it worse |
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I'm going to take my time, 'til |
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I wake up one morning and |
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I find That |
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I feel better. |
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Outside my window, there's the moon and it's saying don't get over you too soon |
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So I'll keep breaking until |
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I'm done and |
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I get it through my head you weren't the one |
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And I don't care if |
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I cry, it should hurt you said goodbye and |
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I have the right to drag it out and make it worse |
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I'm going to take my time, 'til |
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I wake up one morning and |
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I find That |
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I feel better. |
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Better 'Til |
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I look at your pictures and run out of tears and you're not all |
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I'm thinking about ' |
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Til I don't turn around, hold my breath for the sound of you saying my name out loud |
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Oh Whoa Oh |
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Oh Oh And |
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I don't care if |
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I cry, it should hurt you said goodbye and |
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I have the right to drag it out and make it worse |
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I'm going to take my time, 'til |
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I wake up one morning and |
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I find That |
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I feel better. |
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Better |