| In the corner of my room
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| There’s a pile of things
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| That still belong to you
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| And I’ll give 'em back,
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| But here tonight I’ll go through 'em
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| One by one without a fight
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| And I don’t care if I cry,
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| It should hurt you said goodbye
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| And I have the right to drag it out
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| And make it worse
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| I’m going to take my time,
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| 'Til I wake up one morning and
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| I find that I feel better.
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| Outside my window
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| There’s the moon and it’s saying
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| Don’t get over you too soon
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| So I’ll keep breaking until I’m done
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| And I get it through my head
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| You weren’t the one
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| And I don’t care if I cry,
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| It should hurt you said goodbye
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| And I have the right to drag it out
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| And make it worse
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| I’m going to take my time,
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| 'Til I wake up one morning and
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| I find that I feel better
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| Better
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| 'Til I look at your pictures and run out of tears
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| And you’re not all I’m thinking about
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| 'Til I don’t turn around, hold my breath for the sound
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| of you saying my name out loud
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| And I don’t care if I cry,
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| It should hurt you said goodbye
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| and I have the right to drag it out
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| And make it worse
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| I’m going to take my time,
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| 'Til I wake up one morning and
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| I find that I feel better
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| Better |