| If this were a movie
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| I’d know what to say
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| Instead of staring in silence as he slips away
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| Wit and perfection would fall from my lips
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| He’d move in my direction like it says in the script
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| And as I lean in to deliver my last line, the screen fades to black
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| Why can’t this be the time
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| The end won’t make me cry
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| I’d change our final scene
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| If this were a movie
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| No running mascara, my hands wouldn’t shake
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| I wouldn’t have said that, my heart wouldn’t break
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| He’d meet me in Paris, we’d fly to Madrid
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| The arc of the story would end with a kiss
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| When the lights come up I’m alone
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| And no one’s here to throw me a line
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| Why can’t this be the time
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| The end won’t make me cry
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| I’d change our final scene
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| If this were a movie
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| The right girl gets the guy
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| Nobody says goodbye
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| There’d be parts two and three
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| If this were a movie
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| The right girl gets the guy
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| Nobody says goodbye
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| There’d be parts two and three
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| If this were a movie |