| I, I thought I forgot you
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| I thought I forgot the way
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| That you looked at me
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| But you, you got it all
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| When you left me behind
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| When you let me go
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| But now I’m back,
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| Back here to let you know
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| That what you did
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| Ain’t something I can let go of
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| And I am a child of moving on
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| And honey I swore
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| No more prayers
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| No more tears
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| And no more songs
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| I had to give it up
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| Cuz you had the style (I give you that)
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| You had the eyes (I give you that)
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| You had it all
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| But now it’s gone
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| Now it’s gone
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| Now it’s gone
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| And I went all right with it baby
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| And every day you call
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| And every day you pick up the phone
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| It is a-killing me
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| And I am a child of moving on
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| Of moving on
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| And I am a kind
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| of a child
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| That is giving you
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| The benefit of a doubt
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| The kind
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| Of a child
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| That is roughing it sitting on down here
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| And working it all out
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| The kind
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| That is building a wall
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| And catching you fall
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| And after all
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| It’s a-clear that
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| There is something good here
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| And I am a child
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| Of movin on
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| Of moving on
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| Of moving on
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| And honey I swore
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| I would never write another song
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| I would never say another prayer
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| I would never give another look babe
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| I had to give it up
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| Give it up
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| Cause you had the style (I give you that)
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| You had the eye (I give you that)
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| You had it all
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| But then you went and you
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| Gave it on up
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| You gave it on up
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| And now I am a kind
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| Of a child that is
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| Giving you the benefit of a doubt
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| The kind of a child
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| That is roughing it sitting on down here
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| And working it all out
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| The kind that is building a wall
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| And catching you fall
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| And after all
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| It’s a-clear that
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| There’s something good here
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| And I am a child
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| Of moving on
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| Of moving it on
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| Of moving it on
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| Of moving on
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Of moving on |