| You look a lot, lot better tonight
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| You and I should go out for a fight
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| We need a holiday
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| But not today another day
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| You need eyes in the front of your head
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| And a spine with a built-in bed
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| I don’t want anybody else to know
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| So I won’t be telling them I love you
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| For all of the things you do
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| Though I can’t even recall your name
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| There’s something beautiful about it though
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| Well good luck to your lady tonight
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| I took a piece of her heart well not quite
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| She stole a piece of mine
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| And chewed it up and threw it back
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| I need help to get over the pain
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| But the memories still remain
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| I loved her friendly eyes
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| The way they looked at each other it moves me
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| To tears like a hall of film
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| And I don’t even recall her name
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| There’s something beautiful about it though
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| Now there’s a good good feeling tonight
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| Just a feeling that something is right
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| We can minimalize the pain
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| Forget that it was ever there
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| Look at all the possibles
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| Throw answers out to the world
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| Its hard its hard its hard
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| Its hard its hard its hard
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| Its hard when you don’t know how
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| But I’ll be here to throw you some clues
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| Don’t even have to know your name
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| Something beautiful about it though
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| Something beautiful about it though
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| Forty days and forty fights
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| Forty days and forty fights |