| Seems like I’ve been here before
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| Just outside some closing door
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| Standing here just searching for a light
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| You’d think by now I’d have it down
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| I know I should be wiser now
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| 'Cause no one’s gonna bail me out this time
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| I’m not getting any better at goodbyes
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| I’m not any better now than when I first began
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| It hurts every bit as much as it did way back then
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| I suppose I’ll cry a lot the only thing for sure is
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| I’m not getting any better at goodbye
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| Friends may come and friends may go
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| But lover’s memories die so slow
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| They won’t always let you know it’s time
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| But even this shall pass I guess
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| And you’ll do just like all the rest
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| And I’ll start dusting off all my best lines
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| Oh, I’m not getting any better at goodbyes
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| I’m not any better now than when I first began
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| It hurts every bit as much as it did way back then
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| I suppose I’ll cry a lot, the only thing for sure is
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| I’m not getting any better at goodbye
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| Oh, I’m not getting any better at goodbye… |