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I could hold my head up high |
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And say that I left first |
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Or I can hang my head and cry |
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Tell me which is worse |
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If you go and ask her why |
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She might say she's not sure |
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Trust me when I tell you |
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I'm not good enough for her |
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I want her to be happy |
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I want her to be free |
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I want her to be everything |
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She couldn't be with me |
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I'd wait here for a thousand years |
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If she'd come back to me |
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I have everything she wants |
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But nothing that she needs |
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I want her to be happy |
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I want her to be free |
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I want her to be everything |
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She couldn't be with me |
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I could hold my head up high |
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And say that I left first |
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Or I can hang my head and cry |
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Tell me which is worse |
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If you go and ask her why |
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She might say she's not sure |
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Trust me when I tell you |
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I'm not good enough for her |