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She grabs her magazines |
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She packs her things and she goes |
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She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall |
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She burns all her notes and she knows |
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She's been here too few years to feel this old |
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He smokes his cigarette |
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He stays outside 'til it's gone |
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If anybody ever had a heart |
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Well, he wouldn't be alone |
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He knows, she's been here too few years, to be gone |
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And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday |
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Yeah but if there's nothing there to make things change |
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If it's the same for you, I'll just hang |
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The trouble understand, is she got reasons he don't |
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Funny how he couldn't see at all |
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Until she grabbed up her coat |
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And she goes, she's been here too few years |
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To take it all in stride |
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Yeah, still it's much too long to let the hurt go, to let her go |
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And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday |
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But if there's nothing there to make things change |
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If it's the same for you, I'll just hang |
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The same for you, I'll always hang |
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Well I always say, it would be good to go away |
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But if things don't work out like we think |
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And there's nothing here to ease the ache |
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But it there's nothing there to make things change |
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If it's the same for you, I'll just hang |
