| It don’t hurt like it did
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| I can sing my song again
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| It don’t hurt like it did
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| I can sing my song again
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| I scraped the paper off the wall
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| I put down carpet in the hall
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| I left no trace of you at all
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| And I can sing my song again
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| I don’t dream because I don’t sleep
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| The moon is hanging like your hat
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| The sun comes up
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| Well I don’t see
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| Curtains tied up like a bat
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| The electric man looks good today
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| Maybe not, well I’m trying hard
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| Trying hard to feel that way
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| The electric man’s a good place to start
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| Took your paintings off the wall
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| That one of me that you called doll
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| I added on because the house was feeling small
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| Now I can sing my song again
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| I don’t think of you no more
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| Except for everyday or two
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| I don’t think of you no more
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| Except for in between the sun and moon
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| Packed up and moved out after all
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| Bulldozed the house and watched it fall
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| That blessed sight I still recall
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| I can sing my song again
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| I can sing my song again
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| It don’t hurt like it did
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| I can sing my song again
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| It don’t hurt like it did
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| I can sing my song again
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| It don’t hurt like it did
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| It hurts worse
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| Who do I kid? |