| Every tear you cry
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| Every doubt you have
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| All of these things will pass away
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| All of your big mistakes
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| Your little old heart would break
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| Wishing that I would take them back
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| Write down the things you don’t want
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| Burn them in a glass
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| Write down the things you dream of
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| Make a paper plane that flies to heaven
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| And buy a ticket for a plane
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| And come and see me, baby
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| Or drive your car all night
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| By just starlight
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| To Canada
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| That’s where I’ll be waiting
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| All of the empty rooms
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| All of the silent space
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| Every warm embrace is you
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| Nothing is like it was
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| There’s nobody here but us
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| I have been filled right up with this
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| Write down the words of sadness
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| Burn them in a cup
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| Write down the things you’ve wanted
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| Throw them to the wind that’s soaring up to heaven
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| And buy a ticket for a plane
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| And come and see me, baby
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| Or drive your car all night
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| By just starlight
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| To Canada
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| Oh, buy a ticket for a plane
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| And come and see me, baby
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| Or drive your car all night
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| By just starlight, to Canada
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| That’s where I’ll be waiting |