It started late last night, seclusion took its toll
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Discarding everything,
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the quiet place is where in fact my story would be told,
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but you¡¯re not out there
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I traced the problem back to where it all went wrong;
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why nothing turned out right;
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it¡¯s hard to see where both of us belong
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Another failed attempt has brought me to my knees
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I cannot call out ¡®cause no one¡¯s listening
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I¡¯ve fallen past the point of what it is to see the need
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for something more than a permanent belief
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¡®Cause she said to me ¡°When you wrap your arms around me,
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I¡¯ll make it seem as though it¡¯s not that bad.¡±
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It¡¯s kinda¡¯ hard when your words get thrown back at me,
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forgetting what we had
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Should I be moving on and find out where I stand?
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I¡¯m wasting my time, you¡¯re just not out there,
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and if you were would it even matter?
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I¡¯ll put it all aside, this isn¡¯t getting through
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What¡¯s done is in the past so this is what I¡¯ll do
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¡®Cause she said to me ¡°When you wrap your arms around me,
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I¡¯ll make it seem as though it¡¯s not that bad.¡±
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Sometimes the hardest part of everything we do
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begins with something more than what is true
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It¡¯s kinda¡¯ hard when your words get thrown back at me,
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forgetting what we had
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Moving On
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| Better Luck Next Time |
