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There's room between your heart |
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And the chair where I've been sleeping |
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The place that we called home |
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Will someday watch you leaving |
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There's room between today |
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And the last time that I saw you |
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The pictures in my brain |
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Will fade until I lose you |
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If you would come back home |
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We could start all over |
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If you would come back home |
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I swear it would be better |
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There's room left in the house |
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There's food still in the pantry |
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I could fix you lunch |
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Or take you out for coffee |
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If you would come back home |
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We could start all over |
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If you would come back home |
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I swear it would be better |
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Call the surgeon. |
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Mend the pieces. |
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Call the surgeon. |
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Mend the pieces. |
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Call the surgeon. |
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Mend the pieces. |
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Call the surgeon. |
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Mend the pieces. |
