| 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 alright
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| You just got to let her go now
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| Or we can’t help you, brother |