| Maybe I should turn and walk away
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| Maybe I should run, but I’ll probably bow my head and pray
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| Maybe I’ll search the lost and found
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| Maybe like two boxers bloodied, dizzied by the seventh round
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| Maybe circumstances make it easier to quit
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| Maybe in our circle, square pieces never fit
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| But I want you to know
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| I’ve never walked away from the things I’ve wanted
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| I’ve never walked away, but I think I’m going to
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| This time
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| I’ve never walked away from the things I’ve wanted
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| I’ve never walked away, but I think I’m going to
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| This time
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| Maybe I’ll move back across town
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| Maybe in a week or two, we can talk, but not right now
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| Maybe your mind plays tricks on me
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| Maybe it’s the drawer of letters everyday I read
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| Maybe these tears don’t look so gallant
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| Maybe it’s a chemical imbalance
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| Maybe it’s the lack of sunlight
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| But I want you to know
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| Still I want you to know
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| I’ve never walked away from the things I’ve wanted
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| I’ve never walked away, but I think I’m going to
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| This time
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| I’ve never walked away from the things I’ve wanted |
| I’ve never walked away, but I think I’m going to
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| This time
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| Maybe it hurts below the skin
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| Maybe lessons finally sinking in
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| Maybe getting in the last word doesn’t really mean you win |