| some people give up on the money
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| some people give up for the pain
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| some people give up for no reason
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| unable to start again
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| then they give up for the promise
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| on a ticket that they can’t sell
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| then they give up on each other
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| before the truth they’ll tell
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| and our days are gone
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| and the days are gone
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| you can give up for confusion
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| too afraid to take another step
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| and all your dreams come crashing down
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| for a moment you’d like to forget
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| and in that tiny moment
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| you can change the course of time
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| then your luck runs out
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| up the water spout
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| cut down in your prime
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| and our days are gone
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| and your days are gone
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| in the whispers of young lovers
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| who cannot organize their thoughts
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| that they for the first time
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| the sweet sadness of love’s been bought
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| what do you do with such a thing
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| so powerful so frail
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| holding hands you jump in the water
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| a story only dante could tell
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| and our days are gone
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| and your days are gone
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| well i’m sorry for what has happened
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| and i guess that you are too
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| and here we are lost and forgotten
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| the price we pay for what we do
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| but i want you to know that i loved y |