| I was with my old friend yesterday
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| She said she had something to say
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| She looked me in the face
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| And said simple and plain
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| You could do better
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| And I knew it was coming from love
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| And my heartbeat started speeding up
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| I was looking at the truth
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| Knowing there’s nothing to prove
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| 'Cause I can do better
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| Oh, you ain’t telling me anything
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| I don’t already know
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| But it’s hard, it’s hard, so hard
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| To let it go
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| It hurt to hear my friends
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| Have been out there whispering
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| And they knew all along
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| That I’d been doing wrong
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| Yeah
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| Oh, you ain’t telling me anything
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| I don’t already know
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| But it’s hard, it’s hard, so hard
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| To let it go
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| Cold wind on my back like icicles
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| Dirty water in the middle of the night
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| Trickles down on concrete
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| The puddles like screens
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| An image of myself ripples and gleams
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| There’s a late night showing of my life’s deleted scenes
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| The preferred themes of deferred dreams
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| It’s never too late like it seems
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| I could redeem myself maybe in a sequel
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| Turn a war (Like life) peaceful, uh
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| Oh, you ain’t telling me anything
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| I don’t already know
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| But it’s hard, it’s hard, so hard
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| To let it go |