Locked up tight but holdin' the key
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Clock keeps tickin' like it's laughin' at me
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I wonder
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What spell I'm under
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Days go by in a pulseless haze
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Who's that person that's wearin' my face
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Denyin'
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What he's hidin'
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I can't go on like this
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I won't let myself miss the rest of my life
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Chorus:
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When something's come and gone
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What good is holdin' on?
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Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
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I part my lips to speak
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But the words are out of reach
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I guess that really means
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There's nothin' left to say
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I guess we could carry on livin' asleep
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Who is the fool who could choose to just keep pretendin'
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That this ain't endin'?
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I wish you all that I wish for myself
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To have that ache of emptiness behind us
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And not still inside us
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It's time to take that dare
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There's still a world out there waitin' for me
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Chorus:
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When something's come and gone
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What good is holdin' on?
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Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
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I part my lips to speak
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But the words are out of reach
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I guess that really means
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There's nothin' left to say
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We did the best we could
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Just like we thought we should
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But sometimes you've got to just let go
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Chorus:
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When something's come and gone
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What good is holdin' on?
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Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
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I part my lips to speak
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But the words are out of reach
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I guess that really means
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There's nothin' left to say
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There's nothin' left to say
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Nothin' left to say
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Nothing Left to Say
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| Richard Marx |
