| It’s the same routine of getting up every morning
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| And putting on a smile
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| But underneath there’s another person
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| Who can’t find a reason to make living worthwhile
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| Ah, another day to get through
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| Without the love that once was mine
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| Sometimes I think my heartaches come to an end
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| And then something brings them all back again
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| Like wanting you and like having you
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| I’ll never get used to
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| I’ve gotten used to not listing
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| For familiar sounds you used to make
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| Now I’m trying to get out of the habit
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| Of calling your name first thing when I awake
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| Look here, it’s like a child’s first step
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| I have to learn to walk all, all over again
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| 'Cause you were always there if I should fall
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| And now there’s nobody else that I can call
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| It’s like wanting you and not having you
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| I’ll never get used to
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| Lost in a cloud
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| I think I caught a glimpse of you
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| Blindly I rush to touch your hand, huh!
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| To discover it’s my mind
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| Playing tricks on me again (Tricks on me again)
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| Some things you never get used to
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| Sometimes I think my heartaches come to an end
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| And then something brings them all back again
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| Like wanting you and like having you
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| I’ll never get used to
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| It’s wanting you and like having you
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| I’ll never get used to
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| Look here, like wanting you and like having you
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| I’ll never get used to |