| I know there were a hundred ways to tell her I loved her
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| It’s funny how they’re all so clear today
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| And when her face was burning with sadness and yearning
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| I don’t know why I turned my eyes away
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| But it’s so easy looking at the game the morning after
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| Adding up the kisses and the laughter
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| Knowing how you’d play it if the chance to play it over ever came
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| But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game
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| The room was so alive with all her feelings and longings
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| I saw the spark of danger in her eyes
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| Well, how would it have hurt me if I’d turned back and held her?
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| A moment passes, something lovely dies
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| But it’s so easy looking at the game the morning after
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| Adding up the kisses and the laughter
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| Knowing how you’d play it if the chance to play it over ever came
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| But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game
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| Yes, it’s easier to win it when you know you’d never play it quite the same
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| But then, this Monday morning quarterback never lost a game |