| After twelve, not so well
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| Won't pretend it's too soon to tell what's around this bend
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| No disgrace about face
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| Anything not to have to chase you down again
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| You know nothing hurts like losin'
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| When you know it's really gone
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| Except for the pain of choosin' to hold too long
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| I tried it your way
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| But I got nothing to show
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| It's been the same, same
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| And the story's getting old
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| So I guess the driveway
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| Will be the end of the road
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| For us, it's too late
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| Let the credits start to roll
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| A lot to say, but not today
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| Let the radio break the silence as we drive
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| A kiss goodbye, not this time
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| Don't remember what about this song I ever liked
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| You know nothing hurts like losin'
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| When you know I'm already gone
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| Except for the pain of choosin' to hold too long
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| I tried it your way
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| But I got nothing to show
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| It's been the same, same
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| And the story's getting old
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| So I guess the driveway
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| Will be the end of the road
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| For us, it's too late
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| Let the credits start to roll
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| I thought maybe we were gettin' somewhere
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| But we're still nowhere at all
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| I watch your tail lights fading
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| I try, but a tear won't fall
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| I remember what it feels like
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| To know love and have it taken away
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| Can't think of what I've learned right now
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| But I'll be thanking you someday
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| I tried it your way
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| But I got nothing to show
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| You know it's been the same, same
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| And the story's getting old
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| So I guess the driveway
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| Will be the end of the road
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| For us, it's too late
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| Let the credits start to roll
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| Let the credits start to roll
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| So I guess the driveway
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| Will be the end of the road, be the end of the road
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| Will be the end of the road, be the end of the road |