| The lover held her love
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| She begged him not to go
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| The fighter wrapped his gloves
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| The fighter said I know, I know, I know
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| Just this one last time
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| I swear you’ll still be mine
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| But he can’t promise much
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| He goes for one last touch, one last touch
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| Maybe we were meant to be lonely, lonely
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| Maybe we were meant to be on our own
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| Loneliness has always been with me, with me
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| But maybe we don’t have to be all alone
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| The fighter goes inside
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| The doubt is creeping in
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| He swings with all his might
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| At all that might have been
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| And she’s in love with him
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| But lovers don’t always win
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| He never even saw the swing
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| She calls out his name, calls his name
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| Maybe we were meant to be lonely, lonely
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| Maybe we were meant to be on our own
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| Loneliness has always been with me, with me
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| But maybe we don’t have to be all alone
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| What breaks your bones
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| Is not the load you’re carrying
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| What breaks you down
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| Is all in how you carry it
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| The lover held her love
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| She begged him not to go
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| She unwrapped his gloves
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| The lover said I know, I know, I know
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| Kissed his trembling lips
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| She touched his fingertips
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| But somehow they both know
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| He’s not coming home, coming home
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| Loneliness has always been with me, with me
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| Maybe we were meant to be on our own
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| But I got to try or it will destroy me
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| 'Cause maybe we don’t have to be all alone |