| Now with a wonder
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| She wakes by the curtains, she knows
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| That the morning brings an ending to our love
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| And the window it shakes with a silence that grows
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| Oh it hurts her but she’s never never known
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| Oh it’s not that bad, when she goes
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| ‘Cause she sings my name like it’s a sad, sad song
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| Oh it’s not that bad when she’s away
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| That bad when she’s away
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| That bad when she’s away
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| She knows my name
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| She knows my name
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| She knows it well
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| And she knows my face
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| She knows my face
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| More than herself
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| But I wish her well
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| I wish her well
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| I wish her well
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| I wish her well
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| Here in the morning
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| She wakes without warning, she cries
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| «Oh, I love you dear!»
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| And this widow of old past insidious hearts
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| Well she screams a lot and cries to be alone
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| So it’s not that bad when she goes
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| ‘Cause she sings my name like it’s a sad, sad song
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| Oh it’s not that bad when she’s away
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| That bad when she’s away
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| That bad when she’s away
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| She knows my name
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| She knows my name
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| She knows it well
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| And she knows my face
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| She knows my face
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| More than herself
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| But I wish her well
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| I wish her well
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| I wish her well
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| I wish her well
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| Sometimes she stalks and moans like a ghost
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| And the way she throws her words
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| Well they hurt me to the bones
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| They weigh me down like stones
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| Here, in the evening
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| My words are deceiving and cold
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| And oh, with a wonder
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| Our hearts torn asunder it shows
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| That her love was just an excuse to be loved
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| So it’s not that bad when she goes
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| ‘Cause she sings my name like it’s a sad, sad song
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| Oh it’s not that bad when she goes
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| 'Cause she sings my name like it’s a sad, sad song
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| A sad song
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| A sad song
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| A sad song
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| Oooohh ooooooooo
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| La la la ooooooooo |