| How do you put the past away?
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| How does the night forget about the day?
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| So many things I want to say
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| But how do I get through?
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| If you ever still think of me
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| If time has not erased my memory
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| Would you accept an apology
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| So long overdue?
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| I’d be a fool if for one second
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| I thought you had been untrue
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| And then I told you we were through
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| And I no longer wanted you
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| I’d be a fool if I decided that what I needed to do
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| Was to go and hurt you, too
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| That would be cruel
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| And if you begged me not to go
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| And told me that you loved me so
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| I would be foolish not to turn around
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| And run right back to you
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| And in the end if I’d pretended
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| I could love somebody new
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| Cause they reminded me of you
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| I’d be a fool
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| And if you begged me not to go
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| And told me that you loved me so
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| I would be foolish not to turn around
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| And run right back to you
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| And in the end if I’d pretended
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| I could love somebody new
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| Cause they reminded me of you
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| I’d be a fool |