| Should I pick up where we left off?
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| Is the love still there
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| Or have we all moved on?
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| Let me pack my things and I’ll hit the road
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| No road maps, kill the radio
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| Let the silence be my only lifeline
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| Should I pick up where we left off?
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| I’ve been hurt and I’ve been dead wrong
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| Felt the love and pain all in harmony
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| Am I still the man that I used to be?
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| Now I’m gone and time will move on
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| It’s pitch black
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| Outside and
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| There’s everywhere to hide
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| I gotta relate somehow
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| No matter what she says
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| I’m gonna figure it out and
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| Nobody can, nobody will
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| Take me from you tonight
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| I’ll tighten my grip with all my might
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| I’m holding on for dear life
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| I can see it in her eyes
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| Should I pick up where we left off?
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| Is the love still there or have we all loved on?
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| This is all to much so I gotta go
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| Left the stage for a piece of a broken home
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| Let the silence be my only lifeline
|
| It’s pitch black
|
| Outside and
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| There’s everywhere to hide
|
| I gotta relate somehow
|
| No matter what she says
|
| I’m gonna figure it out and
|
| Nobody can, nobody will
|
| Take me from you tonight
|
| I’ll tighten my grip with all my might
|
| I’m holding on for dear life
|
| I can see it in her eyes
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| It’s August
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| And she swears as
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| She’s tying back her hair
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| Things are different now
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| She’s got all those problems figured out
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| And nobody will, nobody can
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| Take it away this time
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| She’s gotta feel good before she dies
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| She’s gotta feel right before she dies
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| Should I pick up where we left off?
|
| Is the love still there
|
| Or have we all moved on?
|
| Let me pack my things and I’ll hit the road
|
| No road maps, kill the radio
|
| Let the silence be my only lifeline
|
| I gotta relate somehow
|
| No matter what she says
|
| I’m gonna figure it out
|
| This is all to much so I gotta go
|
| Left the stage for a piece of a broken home
|
| Let the silence be my only lifeline
|
| I gotta relate somehow
|
| No matter what she says
|
| I’m gonna figure it out
|
| (I can see it in her eyes
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| I can see it in her eyes)
|
| I gotta relate somehow
|
| No matter what she says
|
| I’m gonna figure it out
|
| Felt the love and pain all in harmony
|
| Am I still the man that I used to be?
|
| Now I’m gone and time will move on
|
| I gotta relate somehow
|
| No matter what she says
|
| I’m gonna figure it out |