| Well it’s the art of letting go
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| I don’t really think I know
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| But i have to find a place to rest
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| Right now
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| It is tearin' me apart
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| And its a, no good mode for my heart
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| Please tell me and I’ll step away
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| Right now
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| Cause what you’ve said, and what you’ve done, they don’t match so I’m confused
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| And all this time, when you’ve been gone, I feel my hope has been abused
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| Cause now you’re back, I see the truth, and now I know that I’ve been used
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| I find it cold, i find it cruel, that’s who you are
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| Well it’s the art of letting go
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| I really wish I’d known
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| Cause being a puppet on a string
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| Is no good
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| Cause what you’ve said, and what you’ve done, they don’t match so I’m confused
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| And all this time, when you’ve been gone, I feel my hope has been abused
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| Cause now you’re back, I see the truth, and now I know that I’ve been used
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| I find it cold, I find it cruel, that’s who you are
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| And I had to find a place to rest
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| Yeah I had to find a place to rest
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| Oh yes I had to find a place to rest
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| Right there
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| Cause what you said, and what you did, they wouldn’t match so I’s confused
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| And all that time, when you were gone, I felt my hope had been abused
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| Cause now you came back, I saw the truth, and then I knew that I’d been used
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| I find it cold, I find it cruel, that’s who you are |