| She’s up again, it’s four a. |
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| He’s out all night, says with his friends
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| She wants to ask but his push comes to shove
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| That ain’t no kind of love
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| Every night it seems to come to a fight, who is right?
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| Black and blue and broken by all the lies, never mind
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| All the ways she wants to try to begin to reunite might ignite another fire
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| For right to now make it through the long day, is okay
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| Tomorrow, when anything can happen
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| Try again
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| Until then keep on breathing
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| The love you long to know is within
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| She shakes her head, something she said sets of his raving mad demands
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| She wants to help, but his push comes to shove
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| That ain’t no kind of love
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| Everyday another chain of complaints, can it wait?
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| Tired of talking to the same sour face, why delay?
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| There’s a way to rearrange, its okay to make a change
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| Years are flying by in days
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| For right to now make it through the long day, is okay
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| Tomorrow, when anything can happen
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| Try again
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| Until then keep on breathing
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| The love you long to know is within
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| When all things have to end
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| You do what you can
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| To hold on or let go
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| To all you are to all that you know
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| His push comes to shove
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| That ain’t no kind of love
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| Every year a holiday getaway goes astray
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| In the middle of a date suddenly in a rage
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| Flips a table walks away aggravated and ashamed
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| On her own another day
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| For right to now make it through the long day, is okay
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| Tomorrow, when anything can happen
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| Try again
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| Until then keep on breathing
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| The love you long to know is within |