| Still awake and I’m feeling your scar start to fade
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| When you’re not in my arms every day
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| I was holding back tears face to face
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| Oh, what can I say?
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| Oh, its sounds like the ocean to me
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Oh, your bond to the woman in me is free
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Don’t need the real thing
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Don’t need the real thing
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| We were late
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| All your friends at the bar celebrating
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| Heard they kick in your car, double palmed
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| Kept them waiting four years for a statement
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| No, I couldn’t replace you
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| You coulda cut me open
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| You coulda made me cry
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| Oh, it sounds like the ocean to me
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Oh, your bond to the woman in me is free
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Don’t need the real thing
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Don’t need the real thing
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Don’t need the real thing
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| You coulda cut me open
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| You coulda made me cry
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| Oh, it sounds like the ocean to me
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Now your bond to the woman in me is free
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Don’t need the real thing
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Don’t need the real thing
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| No, I don’t need the real thing
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| Don’t need the real thing |