| I woke up early this morning around 4am
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| With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
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| I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
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| But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
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| Ever since you found yourself in someone else’s arms
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| I’ve been tryin' my best to get along
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| But that’s OK
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| There’s nothing left to say, but
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| Take your records, take your freedom
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| Take your memories I don’t need 'em
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| Take your space and take your reasons
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| But you’ll think of me
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| And take your cat and leave my sweater
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| 'Cause we have nothing left to weather
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| In fact I’ll feel a whole lot better
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| But you’ll think of me, you’ll think of me
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| I went out driving trying to clear my head
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| I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
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| I guess I’m feeling just a little tired of this
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| And all the baggage that seems to still exist
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| It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
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| Is not knowing what we could have been
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| What we should have been
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| So
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| Take your records, take your freedom
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| Take your memories I don’t need 'em
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| Take your space and take your reasons
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| But you’ll think of me
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| And take your cat and leave my sweater
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| 'Cause we have nothing left to weather
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| In fact I’ll feel a whole lot better
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| But you’ll think of me
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| Someday I’m gonna run across your mind
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| Don’t worry, I’ll be fine
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| I’m gonna be alright
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| While you’re sleeping with your pride
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| Wishing I could hold you tight
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| I’ll be over you
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| And on with my life
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| So take your records, take your freedom
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| Take your memories I don’t need 'em
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| And take your cat and leave my sweater
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| 'Cause we have nothing left to weather
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| In fact I’ll feel a whole lot better
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| But you’ll think of me
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| So take your records, take your freedom
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| Take your memories I don’t need 'em
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| Take your space and all your reasons
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| But you’ll think of me
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| And take your cat and leave my sweater
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| 'Cause we got nothing left to weather
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| In fact I’ll feel a whole lot better
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| But you’ll think of me, you’ll think of me, yeah
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| And you’re gonna think of me
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| Oh someday baby, someday |