| It didn’t take me long at all
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| To get used to living alone again
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| After all the times we talked about it
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| Would you believe I finally got a king-size bed?
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| It’s funny now to think about the people
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| We were back when we met
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| And a brand new book of empty pages
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| Waiting for the stories they would get
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| Life is a rodeo and we both let go
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| We fell through the cracks of something mostly good
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| What we had wasn’t broken
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| Just cracked like aging wood
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| Seen a lot of rain, a lot of sunshine too
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| Little pieces to put back
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| We fell through the cracks
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| I wish we didn’t live so close
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| I can run into you on the street
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| I wish I wasn’t scared sometimes
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| We both just gave up on something great
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| It was mind over heart
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| Some call that smart
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| We fell through the cracks of something mostly good
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| What we had wasn’t broken
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| Just cracked like aging wood
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| Seen a lot of rain, a lot of sunshine too
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| Little pieces to put back
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| We fell through the cracks
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| We fell through the cracks of something mostly good
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| What we had, it wasn’t broken
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| Just cracked like aging wood
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| That had seen a lot of rain, a lot of sunshine too
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| Little pieces to put back
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| We fell through the cracks |