| Behind an always unforgettable laugh
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| There are traces of the ways you used to cry
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| Cannot count the ways you used to love me
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| But I can count the ways you used to try
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| Heaven knows I’ve watched you fall
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| To find the makings of a lie
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| And so it begins
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| And so it takes a toll on so
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| It never ends
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| So you begin to hold on
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| To all of the little things
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| That you left behind
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| All of the little things
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| You keep to remind
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| That you keep to remind
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| The cries are just the start
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| To a fallen angel
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| While one hand takes the cross
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| Another lights the candle
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| It’s 5 A.M. |
| somewhere
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| They’re packing up the pieces
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| Of a broken love affair
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| And making it look easy
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| Why would I have to spare you?
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| Alone is not your favorite game
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| How dare you?
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| I’m counting days
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| Like I won’t ever get them back again
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| Heaven knows I’ve watched you fall
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| To find the makings of a lie
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| And so it begins
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| And so it takes a toll on
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| So it never ends
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| So you begin to hold on
|
| To all of the little things
|
| That you left behind
|
| All of the little things
|
| You keep to remind
|
| That you keep to remind
|
| The cries are just the start
|
| To a fallen angel
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| While one hand takes the cross
|
| Another lights the candle
|
| It’s 5 A. M somewhere
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| They’re packing up the pieces
|
| Of a broken love affair
|
| They’re making it look…
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| The cries are just the start
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| To a fallen angel
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| While one hand takes the cross
|
| Another lights the candle
|
| It’s 5 A. M somewhere
|
| Packing up the pieces
|
| Of a broken love affair
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| They’re making it look easy
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| They’re making it look easy |