| I’m gonna check my scars at home
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| Gonna cash my chips and roam
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| Gonna walk before I fade to black
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| I’m gonna write a new resume
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| I’m gonna write you off the page
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| I’m gonna take what we might take away
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| And you will find a brighter day
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| And in another year
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| The pain will disappear and I Will look back on this life as if it were a scene
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| In a film somebody made for you and me I wish you well
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| She wants to be set free
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| Wants the space to feel love
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| And be angry and I watch her bounce off the walls
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| While the chips they start to fall
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| And then in a little while I see
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| That distant smile returning
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| Just like a ghost in a dream
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| That we had way back when
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| Then she’ll turn and smile and say
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| Come again
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| And in another year
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| The pain will disappear
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| We’ll look back on this life as if it were a scene
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| In a film somebody made about you and me I cannot believe there’s
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| Nothing left to save
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| Hard as a hammer she wants me To come again and again
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| I’m down on my knees
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| Won’t you come again
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| Don’t you need relief oh And in another year
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| The pain will disappear
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| And I will look back on this life
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| As if it were a scene
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| And in a little while
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| I’ll see that distant smile returning
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| Just like back in the days
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| When we were so naive
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| In a film somebody made for you and me I wish you well |