| Another time, another space
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| Mark my words, I can’t fake another day of sadness
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| My heart’s been taken whole
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| And this dream is getting old
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| Yet I’m searching every part of me, baby
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| The tables' turned, that’s for sure
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| Guilt and honor have crossed into what’s left for holding on
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| You know things are getting hard
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| When we see them as they are
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| Can these qualities remain the same?
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| Woman, feeling good about the choice I made
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| In so deep there ain’t no judgment day
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| If there was I think I’d be okay
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| Woman, please release me from your hold tonight
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| Burning bridges in the morning light
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| I’m just heavy on this city life
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| Oh, I tried to tell you
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| But it’s too late to find out
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| Hanging on the back of my will
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| Waiting for the moment to be still
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| Save your problems baby
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| Save your problems for the world
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| Then they might go away, go away
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| I’ve been contemplating
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| Keeping it complicated
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| For when you wanna turn the day in
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| And I just wanna turn the day around
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| I know it hurts a lot
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| But I gave what I got
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| Now I’ll be getting on my way
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| Woman, feeling good about the choice I made
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| In so deep there ain’t no judgment day
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| If there was I think I’d be okay
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| Woman, please release me from your hold tonight
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| Burning bridges in the morning light
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| I’m just heavy on this city life
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| Tried so hard to love you, but I keep on running
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| Burning bridges in the morning light, morning light (repeat to fade) |