| There’s a dress in the closet, that I just can’t throw away
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| I know it might sound crazy, but I haven’t changed your pillowcase
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| A heart half full, or half empty
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| Is half gone either way, with you gone
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| What went wrong?
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| Maybe the hardest part
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| Is we didn’t break this heart
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| Nobody cheated or lied
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| I still have to live with goodbye
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| But how can I just move on?
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| I’ve loved you for way too long
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| I don’t want to admit that you’re gone
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| I don’t wanna write this song
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| Don’t wanna write this song
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| Another glass of whiskey, by your picture in a frame
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| I’m playin' all the black keys and cryin' out your name
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| I’m holdin' on, or lettin' go
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| It’s gonna kill me either way
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| With you gone
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| Oh
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| Maybe the hardest part
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| Is we didn’t break this heart
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| Nobody cheated or lied
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| I still have to live with goodbye
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| But how can I just move on?
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| I’ve loved you for way too long
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| I don’t want to admit that you’re gone
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| I don’t wanna write this song
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| Don’t wanna write this song
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| Bobby pins on the dresser
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| Wilted flowers in a vase
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| I left a rose on your headstone
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| I never quite know what to say
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| Maybe the hardest part
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| Is we didn’t break this heart
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| Nobody cheated or lied
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| I still have to live with goodbye
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| But how can I just move on?
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| I’ve loved you for way too long
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| I don’t want to admit that you’re gone
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| I don’t wanna write this song
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| No, don’t wanna write this song
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| I don’t wanna write this song
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| Mmm, don’t wanna write this song, whoa |