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It's 4 o'clock, the rain has stopped |
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He's in too deep, he ran out of luck |
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Nowhere he can go |
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And his old friends, they left the spot |
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Because of the little time he's got |
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Not that they ever warned him though |
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If you can't give her space |
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We're afraid it's too late |
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You got to let her go now |
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Or we can't help you, brother |
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All he thinks: the love is gone |
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The broken-hearted they must be strong |
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You still got us |
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Well there's this yearning in the stomach |
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Pain and doubt by why she done it |
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And pride that tells him to shut up |
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If you can't give her space |
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We're afraid it's too late |
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You got to let her go now |
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Or we can't help you, brother |
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And if you're willing to fight |
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Then you'll make it allright |
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You just got to let her go now |
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Or we can't help you, brother |