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She wrote to me and said in a letter |
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That she wanted to see if she could do better |
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She thought that she could if I only I'd let her |
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And that's where she stood for worse or for better |
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And I couldn't argue 'cause deep down I knew |
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As much as it pained me, well, I felt it too |
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And, oh, my love, we've got to be more careful in the future |
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And, oh, how much it helps to talk about it and let it out |
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Yesterday I found a picture of me |
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When I was a baby and I was to be |
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A man with no home |
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Adrift in the sea |
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No plan of his own |
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So careless and free |
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It makes me sad but then deep down I know |
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That all is not lost and there's still room to grow |
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And, oh, my love, we've got to be more careful in the future |
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And, oh, how much it helps to talk about it and get it out |
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We could be lovers or we could be friends |
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Smother each other, but that's how it ends |
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Could be the wrong words that mean everything |
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Like two lonely songbirds that don't want to sing |
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And it's hard to swallow but deep down inside |
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I know that it's true and can't be denied |
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And, oh, my love, we've got to be more careful in the future |
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And, oh, how much it helps to talk about it and let it out |
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And I'm so proud of the way we face the truth about our future |
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And, so, my love, what will we do without it |
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Do without it |
