She grabs her magazines
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She packs her things and she goes
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She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall, she burns all
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Her notes and she knows, shes been here too few years
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To feel this old
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He smokes his cigarette, he stays outside til its gone
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If anybody ever had a heart, he wouldnt be alone
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He knows, shes been here too few years to be gone
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And we always say, it would be good to go away someday
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But if theres nothing there to make things change
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If its the same for you Ill just hang
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The trouble understand, is she got reasons he dont
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Funny how I couldnt see it at all
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til she grabbed up her coat
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And she goes, shes been here too few years to take it all in stride
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But still its much too long, to let hurt go(you let her go)
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And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
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But if theres nothing there to make things change
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If its the same for you Ill just hang
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The same for you
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Ill always hang
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Well I always say, it would be good to go away
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But if things dont work out like we think
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And theres nothing there to ease this ache
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But if theres nothing there to make things change
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If its the same for you Ill just hang
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Hang
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| Matchbox Twenty |
