| It’s midnight and she’s lonely
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| But it’s nothing she can’t take
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| No, it ain’t the whispers, that ain’t the problem
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| It’s the watching, waiting, hoping, praying while nothing seems to change
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| She could take another broken heart
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| She could take another long goodbye
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| She could fall in love or she could fall apart, that’s fine
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| But can’t she try?
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| She’s asking questions into the mirror
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| The silence that answers, she knows too well
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| She’s holding onto a promise
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| That what she’ll be feeling is worth all she’s felt
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| She could take another broken heart
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| She could take another long goodbye
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| She could fall in love or she could fall apart, that’s fine
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| But can’t she fall?
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| Can’t she have one little look, that’s all
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| Cause I know she’ll get by
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| She could take another broken heart |