| I know you’re still thinking of me
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| Cause I don’t think, I’ve turned the page
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| And it haunts me
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| And I don’t like to think of how you’re better off somehow
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| I’ve blacked out and let the storm in
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| Well nobody wants to take all of the blame when it’s over
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| Stubbornness never got me anywhere
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| And nobody wants to be the one who falls apart
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| I’m thinking maybe it might be me
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| So go on and point at me when it’s over
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| Cause stubbornness never got me anywhere
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| And nobody wants to be the one who falls apart
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| I’m thinking maybe it might have been…
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| Looking right past to someone else
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| Well, before you turned the page
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| And now I see
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| That I could’ve calmed the storm that we left
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| Took the time to patch the holes in our ceiling
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| Maybe talk this through, did you want to?
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| Well nobody wants to take all of the blame when it’s over
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| Stubbornness never got me anywhere
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| And nobody wants to be the one who falls apart
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| I’m thinking maybe it might be me
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| So go on and point at me when it’s over
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| Cause stubbornness never got me anywhere
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| And nobody wants to be the one who falls apart
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| I’m thinking maybe it might be me
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| With shut eyes I see everything
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| This balance is something |