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If tomorrow morning |
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Is the last time that we'll be together |
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Then I want you to admit that you were wrong when you said forever |
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And if the summer of your thinking |
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Is a leaky ship that is sinking |
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I want you to save a winter thought for a cloudy day |
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I have a poorly written song that says |
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I think you should |
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And a sad and lonely friend telling |
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Me you're no good |
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I wish my brain had a map to tell me |
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Where my heart should go |
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I'll write the song that you sing for me, baby |
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If tomorrow afternoon |
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Finds me alone in an empty room |
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Then there are spaces in the places |
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Where all of your things used to be |
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And now that you're gone and I am set free |
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A lonely boy is a terrible thing to be |
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If tomorrow evening |
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Is emotionally inconvenient |
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Then what a pleasure it has been |
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To have spent this year with you |