| I know it takes some time to find the light
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| And get through the winter
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| And I used to sing about you in my life
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| But now I’ve reconsidered it all
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| These days remain fairly incomplete
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| But I won’t wait to say that something’s gotten into me
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| And to think we thought we made this place our home
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| You should know, I’m still wondering
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| How many stories have you told
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| Where you made it through hell with your eyes closed?
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| It’s not that easy anymore (Believe me, it’s not easy)
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| If seeing is believing, then everything you say is misleading
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| You told your story, but I don’t feel sorry anymore
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| Selling yourself too short is the only way to break your decision
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| And I thought I told you to make your move
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| (But you wouldn’t listen)
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| And to think we thought we made this place our home
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| You should know, I’m still wondering
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| How many stories have you told
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| Where you made it through hell with your eyes closed?
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| It’s not that easy anymore (Believe me, it’s not easy)
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| If seeing is believing, then everything you say is misleading
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| You told your story, but I don’t feel sorry anymore
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| (This is the main event of the evening)
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| I’ve got a list of things to tell you and some time to kill
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| I told you that I’d settle down but I probably never will
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| At least I made up my mind
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| This is goodbye
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| How many stories have you told
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| Where you made it through hell with your eyes closed?
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| It’s not that easy anymore (Believe me, it’s not easy)
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| If seeing is believing, then everything you say is misleading
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| You told your story, but I don’t feel sorry anymore
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| Anymore |