| I was on the sidewalk as you walked away
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| I fell from your pocket as you made your escape
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| I was on the staircase as you ran for the train
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| Like the keys on the nightstand by a bed left unmade
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| Like all the things that are left behind
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| Yeah, it hurts for a while but then you find
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| Some days it’s just better to feel dead inside
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| Until that day you want to love again
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| I wanted to tell you, I could see all along
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| You pretending to forget while you’re out on the town
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| So I sat in half knowing and I try to forget
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| The last time you wanted me and I lay in your bed
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| Like all the things that are left behind
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| Yeah, it hurts for a while but then you find
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| Some days it’s just better to feel dead inside
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| Until that day you want to love again
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| So it’s the little things that cut us so deep
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| Some things can’t be replaced, most just come and go
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| Do you remember when I was the one
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| Not tossed in a corner? |
| Forgotten and gone?
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| Like all the things that are left behind
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| Yeah, it hurts for a while but then you find
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| Some days it’s just better to feel dead inside
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| Until that day you want to love again
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| Until that day you want to love again
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| You want to love again |