| It’s true
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| My life has been full of regrets, baby
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| For me It’s been the only way it could be Maybe
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| Remember the night I broke your favorite chair
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| Perfectly
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| We threw the pieces into the fire
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| It was January
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| And watched the fire burn through the night
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| Then woke to ash in winter light
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| And I’d drag you off to bed
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| Sleepyhead
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| As the sounds of the school yard
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| Drifted through our dreams
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| It’s strange going back there
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| Every one’s gone
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| It’s natural
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| People move out
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| People pass on Like my mom
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| We slept in her hospital room every night
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| Together
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| And when she couldn’t talk anymore
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| We sang to her
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| And when you’re all alone, pretty baby
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| I’ll meet you in the deep
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| Til you’re fast asleep
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| And when the cities burning, little baby
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| I’ll climb to your window
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| And carry you away
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| It’s true
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| My life has been full of regrets, baby
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| Sometimes I wonder if you’d take it all back
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| Never
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| You’re still the only one I can talk to What you gonna do You’ve gotta journey around the bend
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| To make it start again
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| Make it start again
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| Make it start again
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| Make it start again
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| Make it start again |