| She will always go Every time this story’s told
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| I know it won’t ever change
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| No matter how I rearrange;
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| I can’t make this story bend
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| Or head it off before it ends,
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| We all have stories, I suppose,
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| But in mine she always goes.
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| Well, sometimes I like to say
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| That I’m a different man today
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| Not the one that she recalls,
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| She never really knew me at all;
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| Then other times I might pretend
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| We’re both the same as we were then,
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| I see her wearing my old clothes
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| But in the end she always goes
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| But I couldn’t make her stay
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| That’s just the way it was,
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| But I relieve it everyday
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| And sometimes you’d be amazed,
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| In my mind she almost does.
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| You can call it what you will
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| But a story’s yours until
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| The one who knows it well as you
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| Says she’s got a story too;
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| But this one I’ll tell my way
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| Although I change it day to day,
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| We all have dreams that fade, God knows
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| And in mine she always goes.
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| But this one I’ll tell my way
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| Although I change it day to day,
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| We all have dreams that fade, God knows
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| And in mine she always goes.
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| We all have dreams that fade, God knows
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| And in mine she always goes. |