| I sit here in my bed, with you in my head, haunting my mind
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| I think of all we had, all the good and bad and all of the times
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| We’d sit down and talk, sometimes till three or four o’clock in the morning
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| I live in misery, haunted by your memory, and the love that I felt
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| Guess that was not enough, you fell out of love, something you couldn’t help
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| I guess now I see; |
| that’s the way it’s gotta be
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| Fate’s got a plan for us, even when our lives get rough
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| You make up, break up, you fall, you get back up
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| Can’t you see; |
| that’s the way it’s gotta be
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| We run around these streets, looking for company, someone to hold
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| At the end of the night, we give up our fights, and go home alone
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| We give up on love, and we say we’ve had enough of the game
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| We walk around in circles, were all just jumping hurdles, just trying to get by
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| We take life in stride, and swallow our pride, all to survive
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| Can’t you see; |
| that’s the way it’s gotta be |