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He use to send her flowers |
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To apologize, to apologize |
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He used to say how sorry he was |
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And flash his smile, he'd flash his smile |
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And always she'd forgive him |
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'Cause he'd mean it for a while |
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And then he'd send her flowers |
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To apologize, to apologize |
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It wasn't that he meant her harm |
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I realize, I realize |
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It's just that life had taken him |
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By surprise, by surprise |
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At times he knew he'd failed her |
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At times he really tried |
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When times were worst he did his best |
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To compromise, to comprise |
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I told her once he'd break her heart |
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But that wasn't true, wasn't true |
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'Cause broken things can be repaired |
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And held onto, held onto |
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But her heart had been shattered |
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The pieces lay inside |
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In fragments much to tiny |
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To recognize, to recognize |
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I look now at the weariness |
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That lies in his eyes, in his eyes |
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And who an I to lay the blame |
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Or criticize, or criticize |
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He's sorry that he's living |
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He's sorry he's alive |
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He's sorry of the need |
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To apologize, to apologize |
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He's sorry of the need |
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To apologize, to apologize |
