| I swear I heard you say, «I love you»
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| As I rolled my suitcase down the hall
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| But, then again, it might have been the wheels inside my mind
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| Trying to make sense of it all
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| I swear I heard you say, «I'm sorry»
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| As I drove off with all my things
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| Then again, it might have been the Santa Ana winds
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| Blowing through my guitar strings
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| You don’t talk about forgiveness
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| You never spoke about your pain
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| Come to think of it, my darling
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| You never said much of anything
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| There’s so much you need to say
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| So, shout it out
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| If you know this is the end
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| «I don’t love you»
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| Ain’t the kind of thing you say under your breath
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| Shout it out
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| If you never wanna see me again
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| Just shout it out
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| Shout it out, shout it out
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| I thought I heard a baby crying
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| As they rushed me down the hall
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| I needed you to tell me everything would be alright
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| But you said nothing at all
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| You don’t talk about the sorrow
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| You don’t talk about our pain
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| Come to think of it, my darling
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| You don’t say much of anything
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| But you can’t hide what’s in your eyes
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| There’s so much you need to say
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| So, shout it out
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| If you know this is the end
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| «I don’t love you»
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| Just ain’t the kind of thing you say under your breath
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| Shout it out
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| If you never wanna see me again
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| Just shout it out
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| Shout it out, shout it out
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| And the house is falling down
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| And the ghosts are moving in
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| You better find your own way out
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| 'Cause my coattails have worn thin
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| Silence just gets in the way
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| When there’s so much you need to say
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| So, shout it out
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| If you know that it’s the end
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| «I don’t love you»
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| Ain’t the kind of thing you just say under your breath
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| Shout it out
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| If you never wanna see me again
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| Shout it out
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| Shout it out, shout it out |