`When I was younger I saw my daddy cry And curse at the wind , He broke his own heart And I watched As he tried to reassemble it , And my momma swore that She would never let herself forget , And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love If it does not exist , Maybe I know , somewhere Deep in my soul That love never lasts , And we've got to find other ways I had sworn to myself that I'm Content with loneliness , Because none of it was ever worth the risk , I've got a tight grip on reality But I can't Let go of what's in front of me here I know you're leaving In the morning, when you wake up Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream' ...
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