| Well, I woke up this morning without you
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| Don’t ask me how but I go t through
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| The floor of this room I’ve been pacing;
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| Trying to drown out the sound my heart is making:
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| It’s calling for you
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| Oh, we said: «It looks like we won’t make it
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| «You hurt me, I hurt you, and we can’t take it.»
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| So we fixed it, we thought, just by leaving
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| But the heart, it’s too wise for deceiving
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| It’s calling for you
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| You’ve had enough, I know I’ve had enough
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| And we don’t know what else now to do
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| We could both walk away but there’s too much at stake
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| You love me and I know I love you
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| I walked over and I opened the curtain
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| It’s pouring down rain and, now, I’m hurting
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| Well, the phone on the table is ringing
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| And I knew before I heard you speaking
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| You were calling for me
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| Oh, I woke up this morning without you
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| Don’t ask me how but I got through
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| The floor of this room, I was pacing;
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| Trying to drown out the sound my heart was making:
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| It was calling for you
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| Calling for you
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| Calling for you
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| Oh, oh, oh |