| You could write, you could think, you could have sex
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| You could leave your jewelry in a bowl beside the bed
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| Stare out the window, down the lawn, to the lake
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| For as long as it takes
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| Maybe it’s the things we don’t say
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| Maybe it’s the things we don’t say
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| Maybe it’s the things we don’t say
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| Maybe, love is the new maybe
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| I know what winter’s about
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| Too many nights, not enough days
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| I watched the birds fly south
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| And no, I don’t wait
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| The last words out of my mouth
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| Stay out of my way
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| And I’m in a wrong place
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| Maybe it’s the things we don’t say
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| Maybe it’s the things we don’t say
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| Maybe it’s the things we don’t say
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| Maybe, love is the new maybe
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| Maybe, love is the new maybe
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| Maybe, love is the new maybe
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| Maybe, love is the new maybe |