| Leave the light on, dear
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| Sweep the front porch in case I’m strong enough to call again
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| It won’t be tomorrow, dear
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| Or the next day. |
| But when I can accept that we’re just friends
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| If heartbreak was a crime, you’d be locked up
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| And I’d gladly throw away the key
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| I need some time to let my wounds heal up
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| Some time to the let the girl I love leave my dreams
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| Just give my poor heart ease
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| I’m begging please, please, please
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| Just give my poor heart ease
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| I’m begging please, please, please
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| Don’t you dare dial me
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| And if we’re both at the same bar, don’t you glance or wave or shout
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| Just let me hate the fact
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| That you mean more to me than I to you
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| Of that, there is no doubt
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| What a fool to think that we could be
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| Friends and lovers together, happily
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| I need some time to let my wounds heal up
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| Some time to let the girl I love leave my dreams
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| Just give my poor heart ease
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| I’m begging please, please, please
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| Just give my poor heart ease
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| I’m begging please, please, please
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| Just give my poor heart ease
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| I’m begging please, please, please
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| Just give my poor heart ease
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| I’m begging please, please, please |