| Wounded bird, born to fly
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| I’m still nursing these wings, fighting the season’s change
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| I kissed your cheek one last time
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| Tried to hold on to this dream before I wake
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| Who knows where we’ll be this time next year
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| You moved away, a new career
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| Nothing ever changes here
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| Your love always remains (no matter how far)
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| Wasted days and summer nights
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| On your porch, stained teeth, glazed eyes
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| Spare the glass, and pass the wine
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| We’re making love to pass the time
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| It’s just a different chapter of the same old story
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| When it’s good it’s good, when it rains it’s pouring
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| Well it’s hard to make those good times last
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| I’m still holding on to the past, that love we shared
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| They say it comes too quick, it moves to fast
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| I miss those signs of tenderness to show you care
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| Darling, please pick up the phone
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| You see I’m slurring my words, and I don’t want to be alone tonight
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| Yeah, I’ve seen better days if I’m being honest
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| But when I say I love you, that’s a promise
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| I’m gonna be the man who loves you
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| I’m gonna be the man who loves you
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| I’m gonna be the man who loves you
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| I’m gonna be the man who loves you
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| Who knows where we’ll be this time next year
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| A different state, a new career
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| Nothing ever changes here
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| Your love always remains (no matter how far)
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| Wasted days and summer nights
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| On your porch, stained teeth, glazed eyes
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| Spare the glass, and pass the wine
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| We’re making love to pass the time |