| She was a sometimes love
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| An every-now-and-then touch
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| That momentarily
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| Brought out the best in me
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| I didn’t think that much of it
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| My heart can easily love it or leave it
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| Told myself I didn’t need it
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| And years have gone by
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| She’s moved on, so have I
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| Or have I?
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| That part of my life
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| That chapter I thought I’d closed
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| I close my eyes, but she’s not gone
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| Oh, why am I still holding on?
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| Sometimes, love hangs around a little too long
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| I never thought a thing about the things I said to her
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| And her to me
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| Love was just a word and all our promises we never meant to keep
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| Or so I thought
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| She was a sometimes love
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| But sometimes, love hangs around a little too long
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| And years have gone by
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| She’s moved on, so have I
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| Or have I?
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| That part of my life
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| That chapter I thought I’d closed
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| I close my eyes, but she’s not gone
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| Oh, why am I still holding on?
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| She was a sometimes love
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| But sometimes, love hangs around a little too long
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| Sometimes, love hangs around a little too long |