| Maybe I’m better off
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| A little taller now you’re gone
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| Writing words and they don’t sting
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| But they don’t mean half as much without you listening
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| The crying at the piano
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| You’re like stood in the shadows
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| When I try to soften my words
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| Maybe we brought out the worst in each other
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| A million full stops on our skin
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| But baby the songs that I wrote as your other
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| Are the best I’ll ever sing
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| 'Cause they all go ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Like there was a choir in every line back then
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| 'Cause they all go ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| And that was the best I’ll ever sing
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| I don’t see you at my shows
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| 'Cause if you heard this, it would cut too close
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| Wish I could stop writing us, God knows I’ve tried
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| Every moment immortalized
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| Crying at the piano
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| You’re like stood in the shadows
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| When I try to soften my words
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| Oh, maybe we brought out the worst in each other
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| A million full stops on our skin
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| But baby the songs that I wrote as your other
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| Are the best I’ll ever sing
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| 'Cause they were like ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Like there was a choir in every line back then
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| They all go ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| And that was the best I’ll ever sing
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| And when the curtain falls, I’ll bury you again
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| Every lyric is a letter that I’ll never send
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| A piece of me from when
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| There was a choir in every line back then
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| And that was the best I’ll ever sing
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| Maybe we brought out the worst in each other
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| A million full stops on our skin
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| But baby the songs that I wrote as your other
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| They’re the best I’ll ever sing |