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We can make a million promises, |
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Sometimes letting go, |
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Is this really the end, |
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How can she walk around with her head held so high? |
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She won't tell you how she feels, |
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Yeah, maybe she's mad at the world. |
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It took you so long to realize she was hurting, |
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My heart won't give up, |
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& I can cry for hours, |
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Was it worth it, |