| By now you’d think I’d write a million songs
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| Gifts of a wounded heart
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| But when it comes to you, there’s too much to say
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| And I never know where to start
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| Since that day no one had taken your place
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| No one can fill up the space you left behind
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| I ask myself, could I ever love again?
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| And bear another beating of this kind?
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| Another strike, another ache
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| How much hurt can one take?
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| Another fear I cannot shake
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| Just how much hurt can one heart take?
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| By now you think I would let you go
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| That I’d stop dreaming of you at night
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| But I just can’t stop thinking about
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| How you walked away without a fight
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| The words you never said they haunt me
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| The one’s you did were as sharp as a knife
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| I ask myself if you ever thought of me
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| While you were slowly coming back to life
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| Another strike, another ache
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| How much hurt can one take?
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| Another scar, for heaven’s sake
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| How many times can one heart break?
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| By now you’d think I’d pick up the phone
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| And tell you I’ve been feeling so blue
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| But when it comes to you, there’s too much to say
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| So much to be said by you |