| You hear me knocking
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| Say I can’t come in
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| So I stand outside your door
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| I stayed up late thinkin' bout
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| The things we said
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| Why can’t we call a truce in our little war?
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| Don’t say that it’s over
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| Don’t tell me no lies
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| Don’t say that it’s over
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| I put down my foolish pride
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| In my heart I hold a picture of you
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| It carries me through the times
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| Now it seems like speaking too soon got the best of me
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| The last word always had to be mine
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| If I ever once acted out
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| On what I believe
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| I wouldn’t be sitting here alone
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| With my heart on my sleeve
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| If I could change the way I did the things
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| I’ve done before
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| I’d change the day I let you walk out that door
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| Since you’ve been gone
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| I had a little change in my heart
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| Something tells me
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| Things I should’ve known from the start
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| The letter that you wrote me
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| Made me sit up and think
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| Your words spin around in my head
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| I just lay in bed thinkin' bout the days gone by
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| Wishin' we could try again
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| Well it’s the pride that comes before the fall
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| That done me in
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| I don’t need a mirror to seee
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| The shape my heart is in
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| You never miss your water till your well runs dry
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| Won’t you give me one more chance |