| Well she could be like a song
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| The kind that with time always comes back on
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| Something tells me she’s gone
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| There’s no chords, there’s no rhymes
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| There’s no singing along
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| I pushed her a little too far for a little too long
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| It’s a little too late to keep her from
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| Highways and byways that’ll take her anywhere but my way
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| There’s so many ways she could say goodbye
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| Railways and runways
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| From the way she was looking, I’m afraid that
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| Whatever the way, it’s gonna be one way this time
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| Well she was like my guitar
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| Always waiting around just to be in my arms
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| But you can’t play with a heart
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| Shouldn’t ever have left her alone in the dark
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| I couldn’t see it back then
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| Ah but look at her now
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| You can’t pick it back up once it’s headed down
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| Highways and byways that’ll take her anywhere but my way
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| There’s so many ways she could say goodbye
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| Railways and runways
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| From the way she was looking, I’m afraid that
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| Whatever the way, it’s gonna be one way this time
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| I pushed her a little too far for a little too long
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| Gave her little choice but to get on
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| Highways and byways that’ll take her anywhere but my way
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| There’s so many ways she could say goodbye
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| Railways and runways
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| From the way she was looking, I’m afraid that
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| Whatever the way, it’s gonna be one way this time
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| Whatever the way, it’s gonna be one way this time |