| I bet this time of night you’re still up
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| I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week
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| I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city
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| And I bet sometimes you wonder about me
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| And I just want to tell you
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| It takes everything in me not to call you
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| And I wish I could run to you
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| And I hope you know that
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| Everytime I don’t,
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| I almost do, I almost do
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| I bet you think I either moved on or hate you
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| ‘Cause each time you reach out there’s no reply
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| I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you
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| And risk another goodbye
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| And I just want to tell you
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| It takes everything in me not to call you
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| And I wish I could run to you
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| And I hope you know that
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| Everytime I don’t,
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| I almost do, I almost do
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| We made quite a mess, babe
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| It’s probably better off this way
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| And I confess, babe
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| That in my dreams you’re touching my face
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| And asking me if I want to try again with you
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| And I almost do
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| And I just want to tell you
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| It takes everything in me not to call you
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| And I wish I could run to you
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| And I hope you know that
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| Everytime I don’t,
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| I almost do, I almost do
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| I bet this time of night you’re still up
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| I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week
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| I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city
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| And I hope sometimes you wonder about me |