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I bet this time of night you’re still up
I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week
I bet you’re sitting in your chair por the window, looking out at the city
And I bet sometimes tu wonder about me

And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope tu know that
Every time I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do

I bet tu think I either moved on o hate you
‘Cause each time tu reach out there’s no reply
I bet it never, ever occurred to tu that I can’t say hello to you
And risk another goodbye

And I just want to tell you
It takes everything...