| Haven’t you heard he’s not been keeping sober?
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| Been that way since she left last October
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| That heartless soul, the darkest shade of bitter
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| For all he was, he never seemed to fit her.
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| Whisky and coke, so many sparks of fire
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| It’s risky; |
| he’s broke with every waking desire
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| Those shattered hopes, like shards of glass cut deeper
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| For all he was, he never seemed to keep her
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| He’ll see the dawn break
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| Sooner or later
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| Shed some light on the newer and greater
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| Hope the weight of the world on his head
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| Keeps his feet on the ground instead
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| And he’ll see her around
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| Sooner or later
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| But spaces divide the stars that align anyway
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| Places where fire once burned will be soon swept away
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| He’ll see the dawn break, sooner or later
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| Shed some light on the newer and greater
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| He’ll see the dawn break, sooner or later
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| Shed some light on the newer and greater
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| Hope the weight of the world on his head
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| Keep his feet on the ground instead
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| And he’ll see her around, sooner or later
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| And he’ll see her around, sooner or later
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| Oooooh Ooooooh
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| Oooooh Ooooooh
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| Oooooh Ooooooh
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| Oooooh Ooooooh |