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CAPO 2 |
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These are letters I don't write |
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Every evening I give up the fight |
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And I see beauty in every day |
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But the beauty of words won't come my way |
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And I don't care what you think about love |
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I've heard stories, honest and true |
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Flowing rivers that lead into you |
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And things get easy when you let them out |
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But you pack in your pain 'til you're ready to shout |
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And I don't care what you think |
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I'll just sit here, here on the brink of love |
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And it's a long way down |
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You should have held my hand |
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I liked you better when you lied |
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You were more to the point |
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And you looked me in the eye with love |
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These are letters I don't write |
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Every evening I give up the fight |
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And I see beauty in every day |
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But the beauty of words won't come my way |
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And I don't care what you think |
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I'll just sit here, here on the brink of love |
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I don't care what you think |
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I'll just sit here, here on the brink of love |