| And you said, «Don't give me nothing
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| you don’t want to lose»
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| I said, «Darling, I’ll give you everything I got
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| if I want them to choose»
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| Then I got on a plane and flew
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| far away from you
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| Though unwillingly I left
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| and it was so, so hard to do
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| The streets here at home had rapidly filled up
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| with the whitest of snow
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| And they don’t make no excuse for themselves
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| and there’s no need, I know
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| Now I miss you more than I can take
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| and I will surely break
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| And every morning that I wake
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| god, it’s the same
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| There’s nothing more to it,
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| I just get through it
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| Oh, there’s nothing more to it
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| I just get through it
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| It always takes me by surprise
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| how dark it gets this time of the year
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| And how apparent it all becomes
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| that you’re not close, not even near
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| No matter how many times I tell myself
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| I have to be sincere
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| I have a hard time standing up
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| and facing those fears
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| But Frank put it best when he said
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| «You can’t plan on the heart»
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| Those words keep me on my feet
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| when I think I might just fall apart
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| Now I miss you more than I can take
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| and I will surely break
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| And every morning that I wake
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| god, it’s the same
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| There’s nothing more to it,
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| I just get through it
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| Oh, there’s nothing more to it
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| I just get through it
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| Oh, there’s nothing more to it
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| I just get through it
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| And so I ask where are you now
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| just when I needed you
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| I won’t ask again
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| Because I know there’s nothing we can do
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| Not now, darling, you know it’s true |