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I wouldn't count the times we talked about tomorrow |
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And I wouldn't sing the lines if some one played our song |
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On lonely nights like this when I need a friend |
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You'd be the last one I'd call |
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Oh if I had any pride left at all |
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I would keep a place just to set your picture |
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Reach out to touch your face and feel you in my arms |
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And I wouldn't be here now parked outside your house |
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Not ashamed to crawl oh if I had any pride left at all |
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And only a fool would still be wearing this ring |
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Ringing your front doorbell |
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And I wouldn't let my heart stay wrapped around your finger |
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And I wouldn't fall apart when you open the door |
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Like all the other times when your eyes met mine |
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These teardrops wouldn't fall |
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Oh if I had any pride left at all |
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Oh if I had any pride left at all |
