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That's The |
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Way I sit here in my bed, with you in my head, haunting my mind |
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I think of all we had, all the good and bad and all of the times |
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We'd sit down and talk, sometimes till three or four o'clock in the morning |
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I live in misery, haunted by your memory, and the love that |
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I felt Guess that was not enough, you fell out of love, something you couldn't help |
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I guess now |
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I see; that's the way it's gotta be |
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Chorus: Fates got a plan for us, even when our lives get rough |
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You make up, break up, you fall, you get back up |
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Can't you see; that's the way it's gotta be |
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We run around these streets, looking for company, someone to hold |
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At the end of the night, we give up our fights, and go home alone |
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We give up on love, and we say we've had enough of the game |
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Fates got a plan for us, even when our lives get rough |
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You make up, break up, you fall, you get back up |
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Can't you see; that's the way it's gotta be |
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We walk around in circles, were all just jumping hurdles, just trying to get by |
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We take life in stride, and swallow our pride, all to survive |
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Can't you see; that's the way it's gotta be |
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Fates got a plan for us, even when our lives get rough |
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You make up, break up, you fall, you get back up |
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Can't you see; that's the way it's gotta be |