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It's four o'clock, the rain has stopped |
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He's in to deep, he ran out of luck |
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Nowhere we can go |
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And his old friend, they left a spot |
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Because of the little time he's got |
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Not that they ever warn, though |
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If you can't give her space |
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We're afraid it's too late |
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You got to let her go now |
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Or we can't help you, brother |
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All he thinks, the love is gone |
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They're broken hearted |
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They must be strong, you still got us |
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Well, there's this yearning in the stomach |
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Pain and doubt about why she done it |
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And pride, that tells them to shut up |
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If you can't give her space |
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We're afraid it's too late |
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You got to let her go now |
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Or we can't help you, brother |
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If you're willing to fight |
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Than you're make it alright |
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You just got to let her go now |
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Or we can't help you, brother |
