| Every evening on my way back home
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| I keep myself composed, pretending we’ll be fine
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| But I’ll be leaving and you’ll be wake up alone
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| Even though you’ve always known, it still makes you cry
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| I know every hour that passes by
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| Turning roses into ashes, I made heaven a hell
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| And made it harder on myself
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| I go round and choose my words carefully
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| So I won’t give it all away, all away
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| By now girl you see right through me
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| Throwing it all the way, all the way
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| To the ground we all fall down
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| It’d be easy if I did something wrong
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| If what we had wasn’t so strong
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| If it was all a lie but we both know that
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| What we have is pure gold
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| The kind of thing that you don’t let go for all your life
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| I wish I could stay and talk to you
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| And say the things I know you want me to
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| Ending this frustration with a candid conversation
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| I know every hour that passes by
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| Turning roses into ashes, I made heaven a hell
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| And made it harder on myself
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| I go round and choose my words carefully
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| So I won’t give it all away, all away
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| By now girl you see right through me
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| Throwing it all the way, all the way
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| To the ground we all fall down
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| I go round and choose my words carefully
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| So I won’t give it all away, all away
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| By now girl you see right through me
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| Throwing it all the way, all the way
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| To the ground we all fall down |