| I know there’s supposed to be a soul in my heart
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| From too much tragedy
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| Does it always have to be that way?
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| We had our ups and downs
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| Still I care greatly
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| And I hope you feel the same way that I do
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| Hope you make it
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| Hope you make it on your own
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| Hope you find the direction you need to go
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| Though our ups and downs were frequent and intense
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| Like when I wrote that letter
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| It said I love you to death
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| You know our tragic stories are the best damn ones to tell
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| If you hear this song some time from now
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| I hope it finds you well
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| Remember when I wrote that song for you some months ago
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| It was a sad, sappy affair
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| A wretched lonely mess now laid to rest
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| So here’s this one instead to make it clear
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| Hope you make it on your own
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| Hope you find the direction you need to go
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| Though our ups and downs were frequent and intense
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| Like when I wrote that letter
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| It said I love you to death
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| You know our tragic stories are the best damn ones to tell
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| If you hear this song some time from now
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| I hope it finds you well
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| Remember when I drove up to your New England town
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| Stayed in bed for three whole days
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| And I warned you even then
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| I could not be the person you wanted
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| Sometime in the future we’ll meet again
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| Smile and catch up
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| We’ll make a day of it
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| And it’ll feel like it’s yesterday again, at least for a second
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| Hope you make it on your own
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| Hope you find the direction you need to go
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| Though our ups and downs were frequent and intense
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| Like when I wrote that letter
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| It said I love you to death
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| You know our tragic stories are the best damn ones to tell
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| If you hear this song some time from now
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| I hope it finds you well
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| And as far as this goes
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| I know I have no regrets
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| We chose our own directions
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| And I chose west
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| I chose west
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| But I’m sure I’ll see you again |