| Should’ve kissed you there
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| I should’ve held your face
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| I should’ve watched those eyes
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| Instead of run in place
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| I should’ve called you out
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| I should’ve said your name
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| I should’ve turned around
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| I should’ve looked again
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| But oh, I’m staring at the mess I made
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| I’m staring at the mess I made
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| I’m staring at the mess I made
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| As you turn, you take your heart and walk away
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| Should’ve held my ground
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| I could’ve been redeemed
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| For every second chance
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| That changed its mind on me
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| I should’ve spoken up
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| I should’ve proudly claimed
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| That oh my head’s to blame
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| For all my heart’s mistakes
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| But oh, I’m staring at the mess I made
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| I’m staring at the mess I made
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| I’m staring at the mess I made
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| As you turn, you take your heart and walk away
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| And it’s you, and it’s you
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| And it’s you, and it’s you
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| And it’s falling down, as you walk away
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| And it’s on me now, as you go
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| But oh, I’m staring at the mess I made
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| I’m staring at the mess I made
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| I’m staring at the mess I made
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| As you turn, you take your heart and walk away
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| And it’s falling down, as you walk away
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| And it’s on me now, as you go
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| But oh, I’m staring at the mess I made
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| I’m staring at the mess I made
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| I’m staring at the mess I made
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| As you turn, you take your heart and walk away |