| I might have imagined how things would turn out
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| In stories they always seem to
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| I might have been guilty of thinking one day
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| I’d find myself waking up with you
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| But that is not gonna happen
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| While she’s still around
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| Cause I’m the one with everything to lose
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| I’ve got my sweet disposition
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| But Morgan, I might
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| Think that I should be the one there next to you
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| I might have been trying to say it out loud
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| In brief conversations with myself
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| And I might have been hoping for reasonable doubt
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| That you might still remember what I can’t forget
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| That is not gonna happen
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| While she’s still around
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| Cause I’m the one with everything to lose
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| I’ve got my sweet disposition
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| But Morgan, I might
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| Think that I should be the one there next to you
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| I want you, I want you
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| It hurts but I want you
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| I know it’s a mess but I do
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| Oh, Morgan, oh, Morgan
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| I might be a fool
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| But one of these days I’m telling you the truth
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| One of these days I’m coming after you
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| Oh, one of these days I’m telling you
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| Oh, that is not gonna happen
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| While she’s still around
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| Cause I’m the one with everything to lose
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| I’ve got my sweet disposition
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| But Morgan, I might
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| Think that I should be the one there next to you
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| Think that I should be the one there next to you
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| Think that I should be the one there next to you |