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41 lines
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I spoke too soon, it seems
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For you made a home in my dreams while I slept
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You kept running yourself through my head
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Like, I won't be dead
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Yet, I said, "You don't understand
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We had no control, they stole it
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Love's been so unfair to me"
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"But see, boy, that's my point
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You must move on"
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Then felt her ghost move in me
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I heard her voice call out my name but
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This time it faded out, away
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I'll bury it today, today
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So I breathed her name out into a cold, cold room
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Watched her ghost ascend the walls, and then dissolve
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This time I choose to let it go
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This time I choose to let her go
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I will not let my fear become
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The only world I've ever known
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I know my heart, come kiss my mouth
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And set me free, I've wounds to mend
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And we'll be more than friends, my dear
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I fear I've changed my mind again
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But, boy, you're too late
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But, boy, you're too late
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My love, you're too late
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Oh, God, it's too late
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Too late
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Too late
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Name Then Again, Maybe You Were Right
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair
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