| Dreams reoccur in my solitude
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| Breaking my heart
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| Injuring my mood
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| With all of the things that I thought I knew
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| It was you
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| Well the conversation rings in my head
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| Well you know me better than I know myself
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| Can you write this for me
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| He says no, you write your songs yourself
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| That made me stronger
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| It made me hold on to me
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| Well, I remember
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| You caught my eye
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| It was late September
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| It was no suprise
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| He made me better
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| His songs were soft and tender sometimes
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| Well the conversations ring in my head
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| I remember everything that we said
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| All those tears that we shed
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| Well you know me better than I know myself
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| Can you write this for me
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| He says no, you write your songs yourself
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| That made me stronger
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| It made me hold on to me
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| The conversations ring in my head
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| I remember everything that we said
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| All those tears that we shed
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| Don’t call me when you’re lonely
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| Well you know me better than I know myself
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| Can you write this for me
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| He says no, you write your songs yourself
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| That made me stronger
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| It made me hold on to me
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| Well once more I tell the shadows of my soul
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| To stay back
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| Everything has changed now
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| And I don’t want to go back
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| And nothing you can say can change my mind |