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You must have brought the bad weather with you |
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The sky's the colour of lead |
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All you've left me is a feather |
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On an unmade bed |
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It's always me whenever there's trouble |
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The world does nothing but turn |
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And the ring it fell off my finger |
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I guess I'll never learn |
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But it's over, it's over, it's over |
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I'm getting dressed in the dark |
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Our story ends before it begins |
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I always confess to everyone's sins |
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The nail gets hammered down |
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And it's over, let it go |
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So don't go and make a big deal out of nothing |
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Well it's just a storm on a dime |
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And I've always found there's nothing |
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That money can't buy |
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I've already gone to the place I'm going |
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There's no place left to fall |
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And there's something to be said |
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For saying nothing at all |
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And it's over, it's over, it's over |
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It's done forgotten and through |
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No one cares what it's all for |
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You'll be buried in the clothes |
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That you've never wore |
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So keep your suitcase by the door |
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It's over, let it go |
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No one cares what it's all for |
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You'll be buried in the clothes |
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That you never wore |
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So keep your suitcase by the door |
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It's over, let it go |
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You gotta let it go |
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Let it go, let it go |
