| It’s winter time in the middle of the spring
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| I can’t believe it, loneliness is calling me
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| And I can hear it
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| See, I never thought I’d feel this way so soon, no
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| There is something that I know I have to do
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| Start again
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| And this time I’ll make it better than before
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| I start again
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| For the second time around, I’ll do much more, yeah
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| 'Cause I refuse to let life end
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| I’ll pick the pieces up and start again, yeah
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| Other roads, yeah
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| Oh, this time I must be careful when I choose them
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| See, love was for the taking but I refused it
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| And I never thought it’d cut so deep inside me, oh no
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| There is something that I know I have to do
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| I start again
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| And this time I’ll make it better than before, yeah
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| Start again
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| For the second time around, I’ll do much more, yeah
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| 'Cause I refuse to let life end
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| I’ll pick the pieces up and start again
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| I can’t seem to think of nothing better I can do
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| But start again
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| And this time I’ll make it better than before, yeah
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| Start again
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| For the second time around, I’ll do much more, yeah
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| 'Cause I refuse to let life end
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| I’ll pick the pieces up and start again
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| Oh, this time I’ll make it better than before, yeah
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| I’ll start again
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| For the second time around, I’ll do much more, ooh yeah
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| 'Cause I refuse to let life end
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| I’ll pick the pieces up and start again |