| There you were day after day
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| Six feet
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| Twenty feet
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| Two feet away
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| Right in my pocket singin me a song
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| Makin my heart race all day long
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| And we talked it out and we talked it down
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| But your eyes were not listening
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| And my ears were looking around
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| For another song to sing
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| But it was you each time
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| It was you
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| The answer to each moment must be yes
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| And the question: can you live with that?
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| Becomes the test
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| So you weigh it against that aching in your chest
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| And that secretly relentless emptiness
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| And you talk it out and you talk it down
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| But your eyes are not listening
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| And my ears are running around
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| Looking for another song to sing
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| But it is you each time
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| It is you
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| So my heart finally broke
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| It was so long bent
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| And it broke in three places
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| When it finally went
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| It wanted only to say what it meant
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| So it suffered every punishment
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| Now it lives in a shack outside of town
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| And only the wolves are out there listening
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| And in her dreams they chase her down
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| Their moonlit eyes are glistening
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| And it is you each time
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| It is you |