| Well it’s only been a day and I guess I could say
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| That it feels like a week, and what I thought was wrong
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| How I miss it now its gone
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| As I struggle to find my feet
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| Somethings are meant together
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| Somethings are better apart
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| Somethings are easy
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| When other times they are hard
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| But that doesn’t mean what’s hard
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| Isn’t what’s meant to be
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| So won’t you please, make a little room for
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| Please make a little room for
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| Please make a little room for me
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| Well your eyes they convey
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| What your lips fail to say
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| And suddenly I’m forced to speak
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| And though I try and try I keep falling shy
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| As you drift out of reach
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| Somethings are meant together
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| Somethings are better apart
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| Somethings are easy
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| When other times they are hard
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| But that doesn’t mean what’s hard
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| Isn’t what’s meant to be
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| So won’t you please make a little room for
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| Please make a little room for
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| Please make a little room for me
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| And those seeds of doubt that were planted in my mind
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| Have grown stronger and stronger with time |