| I had something to tell you; |
| I’ve forgotten what it was
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| I think I lost your number though, so I keep it to myself
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| And I read a couple novels, and I saw a couple films
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| Still I feel exact same way I did the day you left, the day you left
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| Another Sunday morning and another Tuesday night
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| I walked right past the last six months and I watched them fade from sight
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| And the ambulance and cop cars are still ringing in my ears
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| Twenty hundred, thirty thousand, million, billion years
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| And I’m feeling much better
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| At least that’s what I tell myself
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| And I’m feeling much better
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| At least that’s what I tell myself, tell myself
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| The one after the last one and the one before the first
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| It was better than the best of times and more awful than the worst
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| And I make myself some dinner and I make myself dessert
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| We’re swimming in the winter; |
| we’re just trying to make it work
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| And I’m feeling much better
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| At least that’s what I tell myself
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| And I’m feeling much better
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| At least that’s what I tell myself, tell myself
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| (Instrumental)
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| And I’m feeling much better
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| At least that’s what I tell myself
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| And I’m feeling much better
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| At least that’s what I tell myself, tell myself |