| Our perfect love has died
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| You know this as well as I We’ve tried and tried and tried.
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| Now it’s time to face up to it.
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| One thing binds us still
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| And that’s a chain no one can see
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| To which you hold the key.
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| Here’s the lock, don’t hold back.
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| The other day I found my wedding ring,
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| I’d clean forgot that I’d lost that thing.
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| The hurt’s here, the good’s gone,
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| I don’t know why you keep me on.
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| Desire’s what made us fight
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| All those times into the night.
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| Lord, how we’d scratch and bite,
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| Now we don’t even do that no more.
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| I not trying to buck the blame,
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| We both know I shoulder that shame.
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| The hurt’s here, the good’s gone
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| I don’t know why you keep me on Every time I try to picture your face
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| Nowadays I see an empty space.
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| Tell me are you blind and deaf,
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| Just what is it that you think is left?
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| The hurt’s strong, and good gone,
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| I don’t know why you keep me on.
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| I don’t know why you keep me on. |