| Supposedly it was a wise wise man
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| who said it’s better to have loved and lost
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| Than never to have loved at all, never to have loved.
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| How many times does the truth that you take to be true
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| Is just truth falling apart at the same speed as you
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| Until it all comes away in a million degrees
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| And you’re just a few pieces of fallin' debris
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| And she’s hopeful. |
| Hopeful. |
| For me.
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| I’m coming out of the dark clouds
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| She went away and she packed all her lovin'
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| I could not believe it how little there was
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| I stood in the cold kitchen with nothin' to say
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| Who’d keep the whole world spinning when she went away yeah?
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| She kept telling me about the good things I deserve
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| That I wanted somebody I’d mistaken for her
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| But one look in my eyes and she’d know she was wrong
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| So she wouldn’t look back at me until she was gone
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| How many times did you give all your love
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| And find out it was so far from far from enough?
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| I followed her out into the street in the rain
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| And the whole world stopped spinning and just went up in flames
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| And she’s hopeful. |
| Hopeful. |
| For me.
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| I’m coming out of the dark clouds
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| She’s hopeful. |
| Hopeful, for me.
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| She says it to me often
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| The sunlight corroded and the days started to fail
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| The rocks in the road sharpened shadows to nails
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| The fencepost were empty and so were the trees
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| Had the bluebird of use on its' last tune for me
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| I’ve seen her around now with someone new I don’t know
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| She likes greed-eyed boys who are haloed in hope
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| But I know the look in his eyes and I know all the old signs
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| Just a couple more curves before his own road unwinds
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| These days I’m feelin' better about the man that I am
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| There’s some things I can change and there’s others I can’t
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| I met someone new now I know I deserve
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| I never met someone who loves the world more than her
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| She has been through her own share of hard times as well
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| And she has learned how to tear out the heaven from hell
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| Most nights I’m alright still all rocks roll down hill
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| But she says I’ll get better, she knows that I will
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| And she’s hopeful. |
| Hopeful, for me
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| I’m coming out of the dark clouds
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| She’s hopeful. |
| Hopeful, for me
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| Comin' out of the dark clouds, Comin out of the dark clouds
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| The word is as the world is
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| Everybody’s gonna hurt like hells some times
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| The word is as the world is
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| Everybody’s gonna hurt like hells some times some times |