| You can’t cut me open
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| Right before I’m supposed to leave
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| It’s not half an ocean
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| It’s more likely two or three
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| And I can’t swim so I’ll probably drown
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| I won’t let you stop loving me
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| Though I can’t make you stay
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| If there’s something between us changing
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| Let’s pretend it’s better this way
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| In the morning as well as the evening
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| And every time I’m alive in my bed
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| It’s so quiet without the company
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| And you didn’t take your things when you left
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| I can’t hear so I’ll probably keep waiting
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| I won’t let you stop loving me
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| Though I can’t make you stay
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| If there’s something between us changing
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| Let’s pretend it’s better this way
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| If I’m hopeless, loathsome, and sorry
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| While I’m waiting for a second chance to roll
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| There’s no black 23 or a clear path ahead
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| I’ll just stumble and hope to come back
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| And I can’t see so I’ll probably fall
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| I won’t let you stop loving me
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| Though I can’t make you stay
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| If there’s something between us changing
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| Let’s pretend it’s better this way
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| Let’s pretend it’s better this way
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| Let’s pretend it’s better this way |