| How can I explain to you the picture of this avenue?
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| The rain falls on the street outside my window on this Tuesday afternoon
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| I sit alone inside these same four walls I’ve lived inside
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| So many lives I’ve lived and died; |
| none so much as the one I lived with you
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| I see you on the highway a thousand miles away
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| Rain falls through your hair and cheeks
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| Tears and mascara streaks
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| Your face reflected in the glass
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| Lines in the pavement go past just like the lines around your eyes that held
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| the weight of all these sad goodbyes
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| Everybody that I know thinks that I should just let you go
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| You run from everything, they say
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| Hurt the ones you love like me
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| But here I sit and picture you your fingers worn, your shirt torn through
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| A heart so big it broke in two
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| Your mind drifting through all you knew
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| Afraid to love; |
| afraid to lose;
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| Afraid to start; |
| afraid to choose;
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| Afraid to live; |
| afraid to die;
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| Afraid to let these days slip by;
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| Afraid to change or stay the same;
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| Afraid to lose yourself again;
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| Afraid of this truth that love could cause you so much pain
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| I know
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| I felt it, too
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| I know
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| I know
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| Sweetheart, I wish it wasn’t true |