| yester-year where we learned the fear
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| Rents the cheapest room in the house, dear
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| love called
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| and said she found a better room
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| to the year where we stayed awake
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| and talked about, how the earthquake
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| surely must be a sign
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| the sky would fall
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| wait, maybe love just
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| missed her train
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| wrong ticket, wrong platform, out in the rain
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| she’ll be home
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| soon i bet
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| you know how love can get
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| you know how love gets
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| sadness started to hang around
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| and sit in the place where love used to sit
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| and where love filled your eyes, sadness just pulls you down
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| sadness smiles and says,
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| «I know im not her, im not love
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| but i’ll stay and give you comfort and tell you
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| how right you are and how right you’ve always been»
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| wait, maybe love just
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| took ill
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| in fever rides a cough and pills
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| she’ll be home as soon as the doctor says
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| we know how love gets
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| you know how love gets
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| hates loud, and she pays for all the drinks
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| and she glitters and tells you exactly what she thinks
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| even when you say,
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| «thanks, but i don’t need to know»
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| and hates loud as she takes you home to bed
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| and shows you all the tricks, and leaves you more alone
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| and she tells you shes all you deserve
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| wait, maybe love
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| maybe love
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| Left a note
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| tucked, in the pillow in the pocket
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| of your coat
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| ohh, to remind us how the time went
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| and love was here
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| and love can come back again
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| and love was here
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| and she’ll come back again. |