| It might have been the things we mean but never say
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| The movement of your hands
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| The trust I can’t betray
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| When your eyes are meeting mine and you tend to look away
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| It might have been her guilt
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| Her sense of right and wrong
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| Her voice and how it sounded through a microphone
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| She was born with a name that could start off a song
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| I always thought that I would hold the losing end
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| That you’d find something better as soon as life began to move
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| It took her just one second
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| What I couldn’t solve for years
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| I always thought that l’d remain the hopeless one
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| That you’d find something better
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| When the ground began to move
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| It took her just one second
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| What I couldn’t solve for years
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| What we couldn’t solve for years
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| It might have been the things we said
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| But never meant
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| It might have been an accident, but then again
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| Accidents will happen
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| If you’re only letting them
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| And l’m not sure I want you to believe in me
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| I believe forgiveness comes too easily
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| And now your need for comfort is wearing on my knees
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| I always thought that I would hold the losing end
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| That you’d find something better as soon as life began to move
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| It took her just one second
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| What I couldn’t solve for years
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| I always thought that l’d remain the hopeless one
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| That you’d find something better
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| Now as life begun to move
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| It took her just one second
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| What I couldn’t solve for years
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| What we couldn’t solve for years
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| A misprint on her T-shirt made me look her way
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| Reminded me of something I forgot to say
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| Her eyes weren’t even pretty
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| But they didn’t look away |