| I am here, on a Sunday morning
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| The day that you said you were walkin' away
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| Dyin' here, but I don’t want to wake you
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| As long as you’re sleeping, you’re here
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| So I’m wishing you well, though it hurts, can you tell?
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| I won’t try to stand in your way
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| This world keeps turning, the sun will shine on
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| But I don’t think I’ll love anymore
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| Lying here, so cold this morning
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| Pretend that I’m sleeping, afraid that you’ll see
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| That I’m dyin' here, I don’t want to hurt you
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| If only you’d ask me to stay
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| So I’m wishing you well, though it hurts, can you tell?
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| I won’t try to stand in your way
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| This world keeps turning, the sun will shine on
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| But I don’t think I’ll love anymore
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| We don’t say a word, a moment passes
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| By end of the day, you’ve gone on your way
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| And I’ll ask myself, have I missed all life’s chances
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| For now, all I can say is that
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| I’m wishing you well, though it hurts, can you tell?
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| I won’t try to stand in your way
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| This world keeps turning, the sun will shine on
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| But I don’t think I’ll love anymore
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| No, I don’t think I’ll love anymore |