| I sit and wonder as you walk right through me
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| Your face and pretty eyes ain’t changed at all
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| I still recall the day we left each other
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| I still recall that you’re beautiful
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| So i’m sitting home alone on a friday night
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| With my head in my hands and my hate on high
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| I’ve been feeling kinda sorry for myself all day
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| Gotta pick up my life, gotta pick up myself and say
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| That today was just a day, so turn the other way
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| Cos there’s always gonna be tomorrow
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| Take in what you found, turn it all around
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| Cos there’s always gonna be tomorrow
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| I’ve been watching the world slowly pass me by
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| Fell i’ts getting kinda hard to gold my head up high
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| So, what if my life goes nowhere, what am i to do
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| Gotta pick up my life, pick up myself and say
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| That today was just a day, so turn the other way
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| Cos there’s always gonna be tomorrow
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| Take in what you found, turn it all around
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| Cos there’s always gonna be tomorrow
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| I gotta try my best to keep moving on
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| Keep going stong, keep moving somewhere
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| I, take one day at a time
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| To keep going through and keep moving somewhere
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| But it’s hard because i’m lonely
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| Today was just a day, so turn the other way
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| Cos there’s always gonna be tomorrow
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| Take in what you found, turn it all around
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| Cos there’s always gonna be tomorrow
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| Today was just a day, so turn the other way
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| Cos there’s always gonna be tomorrow
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| Take in what you found, turn it all around
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| Cos there’s always gonna be tomorrow |