| Was it mistakes?
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| Was it fate?
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| What does it take to move on from this?
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| Because my head is taking trips
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| that bring me back to all of it
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| My heart’s a broken record and
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| skipping repeatedly saying this,
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| «Get over it.»
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| You can fact check, beat a dead horse
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| and dig deeper and down
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| And then you look up, you’ve seen enough
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| but you find you’re stuck deep in the ground
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| I was wrongfully treated indeed… or was it me?
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| I try to make sense of this so I can
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| Get over it
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| I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it… over it
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| I should dwell somewhere else
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| Yes I should dwell somewhere else on beautiful things
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| Get over it
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| I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it… over it
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| Was it mistakes?
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| Was it fate?
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| What does it take to move on from this?
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| Get over it
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| I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it… over it
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| Stop thinking, stop sinking, stop digging and get over it
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| I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it… over it |