| I’ve always wanted what I can’t have
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| and I’ve been making it a note to feel what’s left to feel
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| and put my shoulder to the wheel
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| Everything about me used to have a mind of it’s own
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| I’ve got what’s left of me, some positivity
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| and no more waiting on a dial tone
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| because I’ve loved and lost a cause
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| and that’s enough to never let you forget me
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| We’ve been gone for too long to see this happen again
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| Then again, you’re too gone to say that’s not what you meant
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| You’re crying, I’m not trying
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| I won’t let this life get so critical
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| Remember the time you asked me to let go?
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| Where did you want me to begin?
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| Take a stand
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| You know you haven’t got what you came for
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| and recently, my counter seems to be the place to be at night
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| You were right, I must be wrong for wanting you to know
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| I let go of the old
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| and you don’t deserve to see where it leads me to be
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| and doesn’t that make you question why we were here in the first place?
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| We’ve been gone for too long to see this happen again
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| Then again, you’re too gone to say that’s not what you meant
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| You’re crying, I’m not trying
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| I won’t let this life get so critical
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| I’m like a boy lost in a city
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| not wanting to be found
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| Everything is a sight to see until you come back around
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| I’m like a boy lost in a city
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| not wanting to be found
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| Everything is a site to see until you come back around
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| We’ve been gone for too long to see this happen again
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| Then again, you’re too gone to say that’s not what you meant
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| You’re crying, I’m not trying
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| I won’t let this life get so critical |