I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen
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To let you know I'm writing you again
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But it's not the same the names have all changed
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And my best friend and ex girlfriend aren't to blame
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I did this myself it's a sick cry for help
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But it doesn't mean the situation's clean
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Additional stress that will come from the press
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The mess I made putting my life on parade
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Now the writers can say "we were right all along
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You can't make someone love you with your songs"
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And you don't know me
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But you owe me
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A little time to find some piece of mind
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And when you hold me
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I'm not so lonely
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It will be difficult to leave this life behind
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My sister always said that hardships come in two's
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A funeral and break up afternoon
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There is really no good time for anyone to leave
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In a couple weeks I'll get my chance to grieve
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And hopefully by then my mind will be all clear
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And I can cry for the reasons that I'm there
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Not for the all things that are happening at home
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The church was filled but I was still alone
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But this is not a ploy to gain some sympathy
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I made this bed and now it's time to sleep
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And you don't know me
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But you owe me
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A little time to find some piece of mind
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And when you hold me
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I'm not so lonely
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It will be difficult to leave this life behind
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Its such a shame that the blame has somehow shifted to you
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We're both aware through the years that I've been messed up too
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And I shouldn't talk I should stop I'm digging deeper holes
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It just feels strange that I sing songs for another girl
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My Girlfriend's Boyfriend
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Her Space Holiday |