| Should I decide it’s true
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| That you would leave if given half the chance to go and
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| I’d be left here on my own
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| To find myself in bed
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| Wishing everything that changed would be the same
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| The room still looks like you
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| It’s a mess and all the pictures on the shelf are
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| Dusted off by someone else
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| To keep me company
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| I haven’t told her that your thought still lingers on
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| Everyday’s another chance to bury my regret
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| Everyday’s another chance to make it but I can’t
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| But I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t
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| I saw you on my phone
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| On a contact list that isn’t up to date
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| Would have changed it with more time
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| That I require to
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| Rid my mind of all the freckles on your face
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| And reconcile to what?
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| The ring I bought you is buried deep within the ground
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| Behind the swing where we first met
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| And memory only serves
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| To remind of all the bruises you forgave
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| Everyday’s another chance to bury my regret
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| Everyday’s another chance to make it but I can’t
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| But I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t
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| Should I decide it’s true
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| That you’d return if given half the chance to come
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| But it’s not true
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| But it’s not true, but it’s not true
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| But it’s not true, but it’s not true
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| But it’s not true, but it’s not true
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| But it’s not true, but it’s not true
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| But it’s not true, but it’s not true
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| But it’s not true, but it’s not true |