| I’ve spent the last few nights
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| Since I first found out
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| Tortured by the phone and it makes more sense to be Filled with doubt
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| So you moved too soon
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| So you’re lost to me Now I can’t find your voice and the words you speak and
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| It’s terrifying
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| It’s strange to antiquate something old like truth
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| I find it rather bold in the ways you chose to expose
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| Your youth
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| So you’re different now
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| So I made you sad
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| And I can’t find the map that was marked to lead to the
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| Heart you had
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| Soon
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| I’ll forgive and forget about you
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| And any memory of what you are to me will be washed
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| Away
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| And sure, I’m sad to lose, but I will conceive that
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| It was beautiful but sometimes cruel _
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| And it’s strange to me how when stories change
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| With those things we _
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| Be sad but it’s not my way
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| I wish you well
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| Still our love
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| Hope you’re happy now
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| Or at least happier than when truth was true
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| A lie for life
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye |