| Not long ago we were driving like a blue haze
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| No matter whether we had both lost our ways
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| We were finding something burning in our shared pain
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| The days are hard, I’m not sure what gave it away
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| I’ve always been the one
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| To stay when you gotta run
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| So maybe I’ve become
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| A bullet to a handgun
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| I know when it’s overdone
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| I’m getting tied on my tongue
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| I’m trying to find the words to say that I’m
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| I’m having trouble letting go
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| Oh I, oh I, oh I
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| I should have told you long ago
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| I’m having trouble letting go
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| Oh I, oh I, oh I
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| I should have told you long ago
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| Do you remember loving like the sadness had left
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| How I’d lay my head on the soft of your breast
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| We were running emotion like we’d never rest
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| I should probably pack my things and get dressed
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| I’ve always been the one
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| To stay when you gotta run
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| So maybe I’ve become
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| A bullet to a handgun
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| I know when it’s overdone
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| I’m getting tied on my tongue
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| I’m trying to find the words to say that I’m
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| I’m having trouble letting go
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| Oh I, oh I, oh I
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| I should have told you long ago
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| I’m having trouble letting go
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| Oh I, oh I, oh I
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| I should have told you long ago
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| I know I should be ok with letting go
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| But my heart it still feels like hanging on
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| And I know that I’ll be here on my own
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| So I guess I gotta be ok with letting go
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| I’m having trouble letting go
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| Oh I, oh I, oh I
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| I should have told you long ago
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| I’m having trouble letting go
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| Oh I, oh I, oh I
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| I should have told you long ago |