| Well, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride
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| I’d get past my pride, you’d be by my side
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| I wouldn’t be holding on to memories
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| I wouldn’t need them, you’d be here with me
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| That I was separate and complete, was my confusion
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| My reciprocity turned out to be retribution
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| So caught up with what I wanted you to be
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| Convinced that perfection meant spot free
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| Bwoy, look at me now
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| A shadow of my former glory
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| And the moral of my story is…
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| (Hook)
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| It may seem I’m holding it down
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| But if you wanna know the truth
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| I’m slowly losing my ground
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| If you wanna know the truth
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| There’s no one keeping me warm
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| If you wanna know the truth
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| I’m only good in your arms
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| If you wanna know the truth
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| I miss the way you used to say I wanna bone ya
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| But I have to resist the urge to phone ya
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| You must have moved on it’s been over a year
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| And it wouldn’t be fair to burden you with my tears
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| I know I said I didn’t need you and I’d be alright
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| But I got a much different story tonight
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| I miss your laughter such a beautiful thing
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| Now the silence closes in
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| Oh oh aye
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| Just look at me now
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| A shadow of my former glory and the moral of my story is…
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| (hook)
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| Oh oh, keep wishing
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| Just look at me now
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| A shadow of my former glory
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| And the moral of my story is.
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| (hook)
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| Just look at me now
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| A shadow of my former glory
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| And the moral of my story is it may seem |