| Your voice it might say 'no'
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| But the heart has a will of its own
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| Your voice it might say 'no'
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| But the heart has a heart of its own, own
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| It’s not your birthday anymore
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| There’s no need to be kind to you
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| And the will to see you smile and belong
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| Has now gone
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| It’s not your birthday anymore
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| Did you really think we meant
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| All of those syrupy, sentimental things
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| That we said?
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| It cannot be given
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| And so it must be taken
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| It cannot be given
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| And so it must be taken
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| All of the gifts that they gave can’t compare in any way
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| To the love I am now giving to you
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| Right here, right now on the floor
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| All of the gifts that they gave can’t compare in any way
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| To the love I am now giving to you
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| Right here, right now on the floor
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| It’s not your birthday anymore
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| There’s no need to be kind to you
|
| And the will to see you smile and belong
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| Has now gone
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| It’s not your birthday anymore
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| Did you really think we meant
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| All of those syrupy, sentimental things
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| That we said yesterday? |