| I could hold my head up high and say that I left first
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| Or I can hang my head and cry
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| Tell me which is worse
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| If you go and ask her why
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| She might say she’s not sure
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| Trust me when I tell you I’m not good enough for her
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| I want her to be happy
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| I want her to be free
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| I want her to be everything she couldn’t be with me
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| I’d wait here for a thousand years if she’d come back to me
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| I have everything she wants but nothing that she needs
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| I want her to be happy
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| I want her to be free
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| I want her to be everything she couldn’t be with me
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| I could hold my head up high and say that I left first
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| Or I can hang my head and cry
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| Tell me which is worse
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| If you go and ask her why
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| She might say she’s not sure
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| Trust me when I tell you I’m not good enough for her |