| Let go of that bottle and get off the floor
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| I ain’t leaving and I won’t be quiet 'til you answer the door
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| Come hang by the fire, kill the light on the porch
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| There ain’t no one coming back home to leave it on for
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| Listen my friend, you gotta bury that dream
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| She’s lying in another man’s arms and wearing his ring
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| It’s been the end and you know that it’s true
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| You better get on with your life before life gets on without you
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| You’ve been praying for death, putting hope on a shelf
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| Well the world today needs a man praying for more than himself
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| I know what you’re feeling but you gotta move on
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| 'Cause the place that you’re headed is far worse than being alone
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| Listen my friend, you gotta bury that dream
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| She’s lying in another man’s arms and wearing his ring
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| It’s been the end and you know that it’s true
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| You better get on with your life before life gets on without you
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| Oh, you’ve broken the mirror and now you can’t look at yourself
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| Yeah but if you could, you could see me and I’m asking for help
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| Listen my friend, you gotta bury that dream
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| She’s lying in another man’s arms and wearing his ring
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| It’s been the end and you know that it’s true
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| You better get on with your life before life gets on without you |