| Katie, don’t cry, I know
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| You’re trying your hardest
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| And the hardest part is
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| Letting go of the nights we shared
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| Ocala is calling
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| And you know it’s haunting
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| But compared to your eyes
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| Nothing shines quite as bright
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| And when we look to the sky
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| It’s not mine, but I want it so
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| Let’s not pretend like you’re alone tonight
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| I know he’s there and
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| You’re probably hanging out and making eyes
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| While across the room he stares
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| I’ll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
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| And ask my girl to dance
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| And she’ll say yes
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| Because these words were never easier
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| For me to say or her to second guess
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| But I guess
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| That I can live without you but
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| Without you I’ll be miserable at best
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| You’re all that I hoped I’d find
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| In every single way
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| And everything I would give
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| Is everything you couldn’t take
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| Cause nothing feels like home
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| You’re a thousand miles away
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| And the hardest part of living
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| Is just taking breaths to stay
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| Cause I know I’m good for something
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| I just haven’t found it yet
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| But I need it, so
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| Let’s not pretend like you’re alone tonight
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| I know he’s there and
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| You’re probably hanging out and making eyes
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| While across the room he stares
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| I’ll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
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| And ask my girl to dance
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| And she’ll say yes
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| Because these words were never easier
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| For me to say or her to second guess
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| But I guess
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| That I can live without you but
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| Without you I’ll be miserable at best
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| La da da
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| La da da da da
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| La da da
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| No, oh-woah
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| Oh-woah
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| And this will be the first time in a week
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| That I’ll talk to you and I can’t speak
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| It’s been three whole days since I’ve had sleep
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| 'Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek
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| And I got the point that I should leave you alone
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| But we both know that I’m not that strong and
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| I miss the lips that made me fly, so
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| Let’s not pretend like you’re alone tonight
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| I know he’s there and
|
| You’re probably hanging out and making eyes
|
| While across the room he stares
|
| I’ll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
|
| And ask my girl to dance
|
| And she’ll say yes
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| Because these words were never easier
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| For me to say or her to second guess
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| But I guess
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| That I can live without you but
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| Without you I’ll be miserable
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| And I can live without you but
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| Without you I’ll be miserable
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| And I can live without you but
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| Oh, without you I’ll be miserable at best |