| I could put down the bottle,
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| And feel good tomorrow.
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| I could get some sleep and see the sunrise,
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| I could walk away
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| from all this sorrow,
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| But I just keep seeing those eyes.
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| Oh, I just keep seeing those eyes.
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| And my heart won’t let me let go.
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| I’m not in control,
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| This time.
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| My heart won’t let me let go,
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| I’m just witness to the crime.
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| No you can’t stop a heart that has made up its mind.
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| I could count the times that I have been forsaken,
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| By the careless things he’s done
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| I could say it’s over and believe in changing,
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| But I just keep holding the gun.
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| Oh, I just keep holding the gun.
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| And my heart won’t let me let go.
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| I’m not in control,
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| This time.
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| My heart wont let me let go,
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| I’m just witness to the crime.
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| No you can’t stop a heart that has made up its mind.
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| And my heart won’t let me let go,
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| I’m not in control this time.
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| My heart won’t let me let go, I’m just witness to the crime.
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| No you can’t stop a heart that has made,
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| You can’t stop a heart that has made,
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| No you can’t stop a heart that is made,
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| Up its mind. |