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When you wake in the morning |
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It's always there |
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This love that aches, this love that's breaking you |
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That goes nowhere |
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And though you call out his name |
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It's empty air |
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For after all his words of love |
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He's just not there |
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CHORUS |
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Oh, fool to try to find love where love can't be found |
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Oh, fool to try to harvest on barren ground |
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For when he looked at you as he left tonight |
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You saw his eyes, cold eyes |
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When you wake in the morning |
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He might be there |
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This love that aches, this love that's tearing you |
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He just might stay |
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And though you're reaching out to him |
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It's empty air |
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For after all his words of love |
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He's just not there |
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CHORUS |
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CHORUS |