| Two in the morning, you’re asleep
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| And I’m tossing in my head, in my head
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| There’s a war going on inside my mind
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| And my heart is winning it, winning it
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| And you don’t even know when you open up your eyes it’s over
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| I wish I could say that I feel this way 'cause I’m not sober
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| Maybe I’ll regret this, maybe second-guess this, love
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| But I gotta let you go even though I wanna hold you closer
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| You’re perfect on paper
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| But I can’t help the things I don’t feel
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| Boy, you’re perfect on paper
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| If only what I wrote down was real
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| I wouldn’t have to break your hart
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| Your heart, your heart
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| I wouldn’t have to brak your heart
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| Your heart, your heart
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| I wouldn’t have to break your heart
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| Your heart, your heart
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| I wouldn’t have to break your heart
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| Your heart, your heart
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| It’s been a while now
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| I’ve been thinkin' about us ending it, ending it
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| And the hardest part
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| Is that I know you think I’m the perfect fit, perfect fit
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| And you don’t even know when you open up your eyes it’s over
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| I wish I could say that I feel this way 'cause I’m not sober
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| Maybe I’ll regret this, maybe second-guess this, love
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| But I gotta let you go even though I wanna hold you closer
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| You’re perfect on paper
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| But I can’t help the things I don’t feel
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| Boy, you’re perfect on paper
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| If only what I wrote down was real
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| I wouldn’t have to break your heart
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| Your heart, your heart
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| I wouldn’t have to break your heart
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| Your heart, your heart
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| (Boy you’re perfect)
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| I wouldn’t have to break your heart
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| Your heart, your heart
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| (On paper)
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| I wouldn’t have to break your heart
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| Your heart, your heart
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| If only what I wrote down was real
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| You’re perfect on paper
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| But I can’t help the things I don’t feel
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| Boy, you’re perfect on paper
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| If only what I wrote down was real |