| Would you believe me if I said I was sorry
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| The question wasn’t mean to hurt,
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| It was just my fear of losing you.
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| And now you’re filling all the space that surrounds you
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| I’ll soon be tucked away underneath your bed
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| Where you gave yourself to me.
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| Where I gave myself to you.
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| Maybe it’s all for the best,
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| But I just don’t see any good in this, no.
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| Maybe we’ll find something better
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| But the lovers that leave us
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| Will always hold the place
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| Maybe it was wrong of me to think I could keep you
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| And maybe it’s the last few drinks
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| Taking over my mouth and all I’ve been thinking
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| I want you to know that I am fine here without you
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| But I can’t bring myself to lie to you.
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| And since we’re being honest, I feel I should tell you
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| I’ve been filling up the empty space between you and I
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| Between you and I, she could never compare to you
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| Between you and I, I still keep your pictures underneath my bed
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| Where she gives herself to me.
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| Where I give myself to you.
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| Maybe it’s all for the best,
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| But I just don’t see any good in this, no.
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| Maybe we’ll find something better
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| But the lovers that leave us
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| Will always hold the place, oh…
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| Yeah…
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| Maybe it’s all for the best,
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| I just don’t see any good in this, no.
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| Maybe we’ll find something better
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| But the lovers that leave us
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| Will always hold the place
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| Yeah the lovers that leave us
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| Will always hold the place |