| I should’ve known, I should’ve known
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| When I set out to chase you down
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| I could’ve done, oh what I could’ve done!
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| Had never I begun the hunt
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| I’d rather wash forlorn to adverse shores, than safe with my regrets at home
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| And watch another toil and row, to might achieve what I had hoped
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| Had only I’d the nerve to go
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| Instead of pining here alone
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| I’m wearing down from inside out but I’m not over you
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| I live without in endless doubt, but im not over you
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| But I’m not over you… yet
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| Any port in every storm will never get you far from home
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| And lost at sea, I’d rather be, eternally, than never go
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| And even if it takes my soul, and everything I’ve ever owned
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| Just to keep this ship afloat, just keep alive these oars
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| Then I’ll forge on into the storm
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| With all the stars to guide me on
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| I’m wearing down from inside out but I’m not over you
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| I live without in endless doubt, but im not over you
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| But I’m not over you… yet
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| And I can’t decide if
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| Most days I can’t decide at all if I’m lost, if I’m lost
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| I can’t decide if… oh am I lost? |
| Am I lost?
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| I’m wearing down from inside out but I’m not over you
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| I live without in endless doubt, but im not over you
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| But I’m not over you… yet
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| I’m not over you
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| All my dreams of youth |