| There’s a place in my head
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| It’s full of memories and i can’t even take a peek
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| There’s a place, full of broken promises
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| And i can’t even bring myself to speak
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| And i know now everything about you
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| And i can’t even try to
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| Separate the past from every ensuing day
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| I try to show that i can grow
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| But i can’t give all you can take
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| And i believe it all works out
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| When i’m in your arms
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| Hey, if it feels so much like the way that it should
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| Then it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong
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| Hey, if it feels so much like the way that it should
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| Hey, maybe you’re better off when i’m gone
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| Well, i can’t stand the way our lines are crossing
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| As i just lie here tossing, turning with the fan above my head
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| I’m falling down, i’m on the ground
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| You’re in the air, you’re all around
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| And i do believe it all works out
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| When i’m in your arms
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| Hey, if it feels so much like the way that it should
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| Then it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong
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| Hey, if it feels so much like the way that it should
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| Hey, maybe you’re better off when i’m gone
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| Something wrong to…
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| Hey, if it feels so much like the way that it should
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| Then it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong
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| Hey, if it feels so much like the way that it should
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| Hey, maybe you’re better off when i’m gone
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| I can love and I can, to think about it
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| I can
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| But I know as I grow old, I can not be
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| I can’t be that way
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| No, I, I, I, I, I do
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| I do believe, yeah
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| I, I, I, I, I, no
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| I do believe |