| Borrowed pens on dotted lines
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| Sign the past away
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| This is yours and that is mine
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| So the papers say
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| How can you move so quickly
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| How can you heal so fast
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| And what will I do with my mornings
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| What will I do with my nights
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| Tell me what you see in her
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| That used to be in me
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| Why is it the simple truths
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| Are hardest to believe
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| How can I start all over
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| Knowing we’ll just be friends
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| And what will I do with my mornings
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| What will I do with my nights
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| You want answers that I can’t give
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| You want words I don’t know
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| Ask me when I’m through
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| Getting over you
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| After this day is over
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| How will my dreams go on
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| And what will I do with my mornings
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| What will I do with my nights
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| You want answers that I can’t give
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| You want words I don’t know
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| Ask me when I’m through
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| Getting over you
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| Ask me when I’m through
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| Getting over you |