| And I was alone
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| On the fifth day since you’ve gone
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| This broken glass; |
| this early morn
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| I rub my eyes in the haze
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| I’m not sleeping anyway
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| I watch the sun rise up
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| In the city where I was born
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| I could call you now
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| Wouldn’t matter what I’d say
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| Words just aren’t enough
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| I hear our song; |
| press repeat
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| I smell your perfume on the sheets
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| You always said, «Boy, you’re not so tough»
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| And only now can I say
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| «No matter how I shake and shape
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| It’s these things that make you a man»
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| And frozen mind begins to thaw
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| You think, «My God, my God, my God
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| Where was it I began?»
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| «I wish you were,» is what I’d say
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| If you asked me in the light of day
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| But these nights are like a dream I can’t shake
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| And there’s your hair and there’s your head
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| And there’s your empty dress on the bed
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| I wish I could scream myself awake
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| But I won’t go back to what I was
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| And I know now that you are lost
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| It’s your choices that make you a man
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| And frozen mind begins to thaw
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| You think, «My God, my God, my God
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| Where was it I began?» |