Put down the coffee cup and throw the guitar up
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And I play for a while, well I guess I haven't played for a while.
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Still have a letter to send you and a broken heart to mend
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I was played and... now I guess I'll just keep waiting it out.
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Cause once you're gone then you're really gone!
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Chorus:
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And it burns in a worst kind of away
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So I'll just write a song
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And hope you'll hear it someday!
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But what I do with all your stuff?
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You know I guess it don't mean much
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And I'm wasting my time,
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Figuring what's yours and what's mine!
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And of all the things you left
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My heart's the one I'd wish you'd catch
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You know everything's fine,
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Then again not everything's fine!
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Cause once you're gone then you're really gone!
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Chorus:
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And it burns in a worst kind of away
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So I'll just write a song
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And hope you'll hear it someday!
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Cause once you're gone then you're really gone
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And it burns in a worst kind of away
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So I'll just sing a song
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And hope you'll hear it someday, someday, someday!
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Someday
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| Crystal Bowersox |
