| Turn a corner. |
| Drop you home
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| Don’t know why we keep doing this to ourselves
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| When we feel, when we know, the horse is dead, we just don’t like saying goodbye
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| I never feel lonely when I’m on my own
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| The way I feel lonely when I’m standing next to you
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| I never think to cry when I’m by myself
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| It’s all I can think to do when I’m standing next to you
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| Life goes on day by day. |
| Lines of songs seem to change:
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| Speak much louder, make more sense as I see that I’m living without you
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| There’s no pain like a heart trying to keep from falling apart
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| (At least in public, so to the eye the show goes on and we don’t have to say
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| goodbye)
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| I keep a picture of when we met
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| On the bedside table in my head
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| I made a promise that I would never hurt you
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| So now, how can I start to say goodbye?
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| Lights go up, lights go down, the show is over
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| Loneliness is a song in my head, and this is what it sounds like |