| I think I lost her
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| And I cannot predict if I’ll recover, recover
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| I think I lost her
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| And I cannot predict if I’ll recover, recover
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| The writing on the wall, I guess I said it all
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| I made plans but you made plans to move on
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| The pressure was enough
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| Instead of giving up
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| You held out, you gave in for so long
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| While I beat your heart black and blue
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| Now I’m fighting my way back to you
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| I think I lost her
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| And I cannot predict if I’ll recover, recover
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| I think I lost her
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| And I cannot predict if I’ll recover, recover
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| Beginning of the end, pretending to be friends
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| I’ve been a mass, I did my best to be stoned
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| Whatever little thread
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| Of visions in my head
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| Tear me up till I admit I was wrong
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| While I beat your heart black and blue
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| Now I’m fighting my way back to you
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| I think I lost her
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| And I cannot predict if I’ll recover, recover
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| I think I lost her, yeah
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| And I cannot predict if I’ll recover, if I’ll recover
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| No I’ll never, never
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| No I’ll never recover
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| No I’ll never, never
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| No I’ll never recover, yeah
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| No I’ll never, never
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| No I’ll never recover
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| No I’ll never, never
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| I think I lost her
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| And I cannot predict if I’ll recover, recover
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| I think I lost her, yeah
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| And I cannot predict if I’ll recover, if I’ll recover
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| No I’ll never, never
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| No I’ll never recover
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| No I’ll never, never
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| No I’ll never recover, yeah
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| No I’ll never, never
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| No I’ll never recover
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| No I’ll never, never
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| No I’ll never recover |