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Is the end of the day |
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There must be away |
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To say that I'm sorry |
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For last night and I guess the night before |
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Don't close all the doors |
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There's got to be more |
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Than just the sorrow |
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I'll be counting the stars in the sky |
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And the rivers run dry to the sea |
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I think I love you more than you love me |
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It's more than a heart that's full of stone |
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It's more than a love that stands alone |
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It's more than a bad day |
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That's brought me down upon my knees |
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Is the end of the night |
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The first morning light |
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Oh of a new day |
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Gives me hope for tomorrow |
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There can be love |
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Without sorrow or pain |
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Familiar refrain |
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Heard time and again |
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Play's tricks in my head |
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I wanna hope for the best |
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But they're nothing except make believe |
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I think I love you more than you love me |
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It's more than a heart that's full of stone |
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It's more than a love that stands alone |
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It's more than a bad day |
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That's brought me down upon my knees |