| Darling, it needs to be said
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| We’re still young but our love is stone dead
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| Cold as the sheets on the big empty bed
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| Where I will not lay down anymore
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| Time will win at every race
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| The wrecking ball swings at a glacial pace
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| It creeps up upon you like the lines on your face
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| And the aches at the end of the day
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| Oh, isn’t it strange?
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| Strange, but is it any less true
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| That I spent the best years of my life just waiting on you?
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| All for the change
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| Change isn’t easy to see
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| So you spent the best years of your life just trying to change me
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| Well, I look at the world and I feel small
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| Seems much further back up every time that you fall
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| So you have no hard feelings?
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| I have no feelings at all
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| Still, I hope I can see you around
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| And someday we’ll look back and we’ll see
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| I was not right for you, you were not meant for me
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| If we were made for each other, we were made imperfectly
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| From pieces that would never fit right
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| So isn’t it strange?
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| It’s strange, but it is it any less true
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| That I spent the best years of my life waiting on you?
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| All for the change
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| Change isn’t easy to see
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| So you spent the best years of your life just trying to change me
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| Oh, trying to change me |