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She's out of my life, she's out of my life |
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And I don't know whether to laugh or cry |
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I don't know whether to live or die |
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And it cuts like a knife, she's out of my life |
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It's out of my hands, it's out of my hands |
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To think for two years she was here |
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And I took her for granted I was so cavalier |
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Now the way that it stands, she's out of my hands |
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So I've learned that love's not possession |
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And I've learned that love won't wait |
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Now I've learned that love needs expression |
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But I've learned too late |
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And she's out of my life, she's out of my life |
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Damned indecision and cursed pride |
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I kept my love for her locked deep inside |
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And it cuts like a knife, she's out of my life |
