| All the times, we had
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| All the smiles, we shared
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| All the secrets, we kept
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| And now the heartache The heartache
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| You pass the road that owns the place, we used to go
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| To tip our drinks, and toast our love
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| So much love, we had
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| So many dreams, we shared.
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| So many times, I wanted to stay
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| And now the heartache
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| Jokes that were shared, in the warmth of the night
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| The best time of my life
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| Never stopping at the time, to take time and waste it
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| On pitying our heartaches
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| One finds themself in the lonely world
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| No place to call home
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| No one to call. |
| No one to call a close friend
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| You look back, and wish you were there
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| You look back, and want to touch again
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| You look back, but move on
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| You carry on, you just move on
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| And you wish you could just forget
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| But there’s still that pounding in your chest
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| A heartache. |