| Well I’m back in the moment
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| Where I belong
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| It turns out four years was four years
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| Too long, it’s over
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| And I’m over it
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| Well she sang me the song
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| That I wrote for her
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| Then she said
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| «I like the tune, but not the words it’s over
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| And I’m over it»
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| You collected the moments I threw away
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| Said to yourselves
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| «He's gonna want 'em back
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| The day it’s over
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| And he’s over it»
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| Friends, lets drink till our hearts break open
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| And our hands feel empty, though they’re full
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| All the time
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| It’s so nice in here
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| I’m so glad you’re here
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| Can we just stay here all the time?
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| Walk me home, we’ll watch the sun come up
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| Don’t leave me, 'cause I’ve been left enough
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| It’s over
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| I’ll get over it
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| Friends, let’s drink to my indiscretions
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| I woke up with a number and a name
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| That I don’t want, that I won’t use again
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| Would you proofread any messages I send
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| 'Till it’s over
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| And I’m over it? |