| When you wake up in the morning are you lonely?
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| To find only the items I had left
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| By your bedside, on the table, to your right hand?
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| Little traces are the proof that I exist
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| Looking back now I can see your clear green eyes
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| In that old shed with the string lights, you reside
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| With the swing set stuck above you in the rafters
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| And the books and the records on each side
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| And the books and the records on each side
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| I knew I could grow to love him
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| But his walls came up too fast
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| I was strong in his presence
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| But he left me for the past
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| Now will he ever stop haunting me and let me go?
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| My mind travels through memories
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| My mind travels through memories
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| I only remember the sweetest of these
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| I only remember the sweetest things, Hey!
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| So keep her close now, keep her happy, keep her wanted
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| Don’t desert now the way that you did me
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| Cook her breakfast, share your music, tell your secrets
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| Give it all like you never plan to leave
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| Oh, did you plan to leave?
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| And I tell you, friends, it was easier then
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| To give your heart away
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| Before home became broken and eager to love
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| I gave it all with haste
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| So if you’re telling a story, especially of heartache
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| It better ring out true
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| To pass down your bloodline and travel through song
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| In an honest rememberance of you
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| 'Cause I knew I could grow to love him
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| But his walls came up too fast
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| I was so strong in his presence
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| But he left me for his past
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| Now will he ever stop haunting me and let me go?
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| Will he ever say goodbye to me? |
| I’ve been on my own
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| So when you wake up in the morning are you lonely?
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| To find only the love that you had left
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| By my bedside, on the table, to my left hand?
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| Little traces are the proof that you exist |