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I spend the night in a chair |
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Thinkin' she'll be there but she never comes |
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And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes |
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And I rise to face another day without her |
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It's just no good anymore |
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When you walk through the door of an empty room |
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And then you go inside and sit a table for one |
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It's no fun when you spend the day without her |
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We burst the pretty balloon it took us to the Moon |
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Such a beautiful thing but it's ended now |
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And it sounds like a lie if I say I'd rather die |
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Than live without her |
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I spend the night in a chair |
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Thinkin' she'll be there but she never comes |
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And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes |
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And I rise to face another day without her |
