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(Rosanne Cash) |
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You showed up on my doorstep late last night |
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Said he didn't want to fight no more |
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But going back is near impossible I cried |
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You should had thought of this before |
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He said that he was sorry, changed his mind |
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Would I considered his amends |
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It's far too late your love has struck me blind |
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And now I can't go back to him |
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Now the love I believed in is all but slipped away |
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But a dream that has no chance will not come true |
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Even though like children we're caught in our own lies |
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Darling, can I still believe in you |
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Memories are easy when they're new |
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They turn the sorrow to romance |
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Easier to live with than the truth |
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And harder than our desperate second chance |
