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I'm sittin' in this cafe, |
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People talkin' so loud I can't hear myself think. |
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That's not a bad thing. |
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The coffee keeps on coming, |
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The waiter who keeps smilin' as I'm ridin' on a river of caffeine, |
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An' that's not a bad thing. |
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I used to feel sorry for someone like me, |
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In a corner booth pretendin' to read on a Friday night. |
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I used to say: "It just ain't right." |
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How could anybody ever have any fun, |
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Without somebody, without someone? |
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It never dawned on me, |
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The possibility, |
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That it's not a bad thing. |
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|
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Those naggin' thoughts about you, |
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How I left without you tonight: |
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You know, they're few and far between. |
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The waiter's name is Joey, he told me, |
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And that's when I noticed he ain't wearing any ring. |
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An' that's not a bad thing. |
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And there is a tug on the edge of my heart, |
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It's you again sayin': "Don't you start lettin' go of me." |
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But I ain't listenin'. |
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For once in my life, I'll feel what I feel, |
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Let it be, let it be real. |
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Let it flow through me, |
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An' wash me clean. |
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That's not a bad thing. |
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As I'm drivin' home, I'm thinkin', |
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The worst might be over, |
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Or maybe I'm a little bit naive. |
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But the street lights seem brighter, |
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As I walk to my front door, |
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And I'm all alone when I turn the key. |
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An' that's not a bad thing. |
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|
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I used to feel sorry for someone like me, |
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In a corner booth pretendin' to read on a Friday night. |
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I used to say: "It just ain't right." |
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How could anybody ever have any fun, |
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Without somebody, without someone? |
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It never dawned on me, |
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The possibility, |
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That it's not a bad thing. |
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