| I used to have a plan just in case you came back, but I never could decide on
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| the questions in my heart
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| Now I’m glad you didn’t return: these are almost the good times
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| I’m still afraid of growing old, yet I’m caring less and less
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| Somehow the pain is gone, but I’m caring less and less
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| You are almost out of sight: these must be the better times
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| Oh, so sweet of you to cut all the lines; |
| I have tried to cut mine too,
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| I just keep your ghost to haunt my songs
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| You are no one that I know, you are no one that I know
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| You were the first on a row of unparalleled mistakes; |
| you were the one who hurt
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| the most, you were the one that felt the best
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| I’m glad that’s over now, I’m glad in almost every way
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| Oh, so sweet of you to cut all the lines; |
| I have tried to cut mine too
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| I just keep your ghost to haunt my songs You are no one that I know,
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| you are no one that I know
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| No more |