| Oh, hope, where have you gone?
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| And will you ever come back to me completely?
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| All the holes that I’ve bled from
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| Forcing everyone around my heart to leave me
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| I could tell
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| That there was nothing left for us
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| When you turned, oh, you turned your back
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| But in the arms of another
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| You were crying under the covers
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| For a way to escape, to escape
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| Oh, God, where have I gone?
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| And will I ever get the ones I tell to believe me?
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| All the things I have done
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| To keep those around from learning to read me
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| I could tell
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| There was nothing left for us
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| When you turned, oh, you turned your back
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| But in the arms of another
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| You were crying under the covers
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| For a way to escape, to escape
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| So, I guess I’m pressing on without you
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| I hope it goes the way I want to
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| But nothing ever seems like it does
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| And I don’t believe a single word I say
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| Don’t believe a single word I say
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| I could tell
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| That there was nothing left for us
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| When you turned, oh, you turned your back
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| But in the arms of another
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| You were crying under the covers
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| For a way to escape, to escape |