| The simple cost of loving you is a better picture
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| There is not a sound coming from my voice
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| You want to listen to the kids
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| Banging on their halos soon to be divorced
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| And you’re a poor young factory boy
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| Blowing on your trumpet with a home on the back of your horse
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| Oh, this is a separation
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| I can’t believe it is the end
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| You know I don’t want to talk about it
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| Go tell it to your friend
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| I live and I breathe
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| With feeling for anything I might have tried
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| At a point where I can touch her
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| Everyday I wonder what’s going on in her heart
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| I couldn’t eat, sleep, f ind my feet
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| I think I used a little too much force
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| Come see me, you can heal me
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| Turn your head back to the moon
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| You know you don’t have to act so quiet
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| This is a house, this is not a home
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| I can’t do this anymore, I know it’s pointless
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| I could never be yours
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| Play to your better nature
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| We can talk about the old days
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| I can’t help it if you think I am odd
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| Although our separation
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| It is too easy, I believe it’s your loss
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| Oh, simple cost of needing you
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| Is a part into the cause
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| On the street I can feel a sequel
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| This is a divorce
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| sound coming from my voice
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| You want to listen to the kids
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| Banging on their halos soon to be divorced
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| And you’re a poor
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| Everyday I wonder what’s going on in her heart
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| Oh, simple cost of needing you
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| Is a part into the cause
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| On the street I can feel a sequel
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| This is a divorce |