| I’m getting good at saying goodbye
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| But I’ve always been better at believing
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| That you’re better off
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| Wherever you go, go with all your heart
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| Worn out and broken in like hand me downs
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| And every memory is like a skipping stone
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| You’ll never understand how long it took the tides
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| To bring them back to us
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| I’m getting good at saying goodbye
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| Saying goodbye
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| Wherever you go, go with all your heart
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| Worn out and broken in like hand me downs
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| Every memory is like a skipping stone
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| You’ll never understand how long it took the tides
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| To bring them back to us
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| And we grow into those sadder songs
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| And leave our love behind in every single line
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| Maybe that’s the only place it can really live
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| But you could never understand
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| You don’t care, you don’t care
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| You would never understand
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| You don’t care, you don’t care
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| Wherever you go, wherever you go
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| Wherever you go
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| Every memory is like a skipping stone
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| You’ll never understand how long it took the tides
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| To bring them back to us
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| And we grow into those sadder songs
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| And leave our love behind in every single line
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| I’m getting good at saying goodbye
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| Saying goodbye |