| There is not a single word
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| In the whole world
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| That could describe the hurt
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| The dullest knife just sawing back and forth
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| And ripping through the softest skin there ever was
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| How were you to know?
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| Oh, how were you to know?
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| And I
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| I hate to see your heart break
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| I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
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| But I’ve been there before
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| And I
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| I hate to see your heart break
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| I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
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| But I’ve been there before
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| Love happens all the time
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| To people who aren’t kind
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| And heroes who are blind
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| Expecting perfect scripted movie scenes
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| Who wants an awkward silent mystery?
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| How were you to know?
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| Well, how were you to know-oh-oh?
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| And I
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| I hate to see your heart break
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| I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
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| But I’ve been there before
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| And I
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| I hate to see your heart break
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| I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
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| But I’ve been there before
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| For all the air that’s in your lungs
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| For all the joy that is to come
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| For all the things that you’re alive to feel
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| Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal
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| Oh, how were you to know? |
| (How were you to know?)
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| Oh, how were you to know?
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| And I
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| I hate to see your heart break
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| I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
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| But I’ve been there before
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| And I
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| I hate to see your heart break
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| I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
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| But I’ve been there before |