| You can only talk so much about things that are never, ever going to happen
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| My brother’s at home with his dog and his cat and his wife is at a friend’s
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| You can only go on so long about feelings that never, ever actually touch you
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| No matter how much she told him «I love you,» he found it would depend
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| On the gifts that he bought her
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| Or how badly she was hurt
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| When the boss was cruel at work
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| But he’d just say «I love you,» and he’d reach out to her
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| He was feeling like shit when I came to visit and walked through the door of
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| his tiny apartment
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| We went for a walk through the park by the market so we could get some air
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| And I told to him all things intended to help him, especially that,
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| simply because it was ending
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| That that didn’t mean she was always pretending. |
| Real happiness was there
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| I could see and I could tell
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| It was real love that they felt
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| And I’m sorry it didn’t end well
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| But some things just don’t — that’s life, and you shouldn’t blame yourself
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| And all of these things, well, I truly believe them. |
| Our paths and our futures
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| are hidden in mists
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| That are stretching out over impossible distances, totally obscured
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| And I really do think that there’s probably more good than anger or selfishness,
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| sickness or sadness
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| Would ever completely allow us to have in this life. |
| I think I’m sure
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| But that doesn’t mean it’s bad
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| We were walking towards our dad
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| While getting out of that school bus
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| And he just said «I love you,» and he reached out to us |