| I wake up every morning to see if you wrote
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| Sometimes you do, but mostly you don’t
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| And it’s been five weeks since we last spoke
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| Sometimes I think I see you on the street
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| Do you rehearse what you’d say if our eyes were to meet?
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| Do you stay clear of the house? |
| Do you keep things discreet?
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| All would be forgiven
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| All would be forgiven
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| If you come back home
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| And I wanna be yours again
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| And I-I-I-I wanna be yours again
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| And every sign I ignored and dismissed
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| Every blind spot I must’ve missed
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| Now you sleep on a couch just a few blocks away
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| And it’s all catching up to me
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| Yeah it’s all catching up to me
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| And I’ve thought about all the ways I could hurt you
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| To even the score of feeling deserted
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| But some desperate displays I know aren’t worth it
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| All would be forgiven
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| All would be forgiven
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| If you come back home
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| And I wanna be yours again
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| And I-I-I-I wanna be yours again
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| And every sign I ignored and dismissed
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| Every blind spot I must’ve missed
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| Now you sleep on a couch just a few blocks away
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| And it’s all catching up to me
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| Yeah it’s all catching up to me
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| A few months, a few years we got lazy
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| I stop thinking ‘bout you
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| And looking back it’s a little bit hazy
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| When we started breaking in two
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| Fuck today, can we think about tomorrow?
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| And learn a little bit of what we’ve been through
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| You can’t find this at the supermarket
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| A little bit finished but it feels brand new
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| And I wanna be yours again
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| And I-I-I-I wanna be yours again
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| And every sign I ignored and dismissed
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| Every blind spot I must’ve missed
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| Now you sleep on a couch just a few blocks away
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| And it’s all catching up to me
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| Yeah it’s all catching up to me
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| Yeah it’s all catching up — to me |