| I’ve been in and out of my head a thousand times
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| Trying to pick apart the words you said
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| To make some kind of sense in my mind
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| Here’s to moving on
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| Screaming at the wind
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| Cause I know that you’re well and truly gone
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| Better late than never gets me by
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| Your second-guess
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| Well it’s just as good as mine and I’ll confess
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| Though the words are gone the hurt lives on
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| Apologies
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| They have left me cold and empty
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| Screaming all the words you said, again
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| Better late than never gets me by
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| And I’ve been begging all these years for your forgiveness
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| But every word I say just complicates the distance
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| I couldn’t leave this behind if I tried
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| Cause better late than never gets me by
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| And I’ll be begging on my knees for your forgiveness
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| For every word you said that I mistook for weakness
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| I can’t seem to leave this behind though I try
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| Cause better late than never gets me by
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| Better late than never gets me by
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| Better late than never gets me by
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| Better late than never gets me by
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| Better late than never |