| Hey man I’m glad you asked
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| 'Cause I know more about that than I want to
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| And I’ll share it with you
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| If you don’t work things out
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| And save your love somehow
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| You’ll know it then
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| What it’s like at the bitter end
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| First comes the downpour, an emotional uproar
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| Brought on by «don't love you anymore»
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| Followed by a slammin' door
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| Then ol' lonely moves in
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| And the hurt begins
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| That’s what it’s like my friend
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| If you let it come to a bitter end
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| If time were on my side
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| Then it would let me fly back to the night
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| Of our last fight
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| And I could hold my tongue
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| And hold on to the one I should’ve never let go
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| Then I wouldn’t have to know everything about
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| The downpour, that emotional uproar
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| Brought on by «don't love you anymore»
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| Followed by a slammin' door
|
| Then ol' lonely moves in
|
| And the hurt begins
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| And that’s what it’s like my friend
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| If you let it come to a bitter end
|
| First comes the downpour, an emotional uproar
|
| Brought on by «don't love you anymore»
|
| Followed by a slammin' door
|
| Then ol' lonely moves in
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| And the hurt begins |
| That’s what it’s like my friend
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| If you let it come to a bitter end
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| Hey man I’m glad you asked
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| 'Cause I know more about that than I want to |