Even though it's so hard
I can't play this card
I may have an ace in my sleeve
I don't think I can believe
You may say all the right things
But it's what you bring
That counts for them all
All the small things
Too late to pray
I can't play
From all my rings
You're not the one to fit them
Why are you knocking my window
Can't you see I don't like the medow
I can't be with you anymore
So head out through my doors
You may want to be with me
But you don't want to be free
This counts for them all
All the small things
Too late to care
I can't be there
From all my feelings
You're not the one for me
Get out of my head
Get away from me
Can't you see
You're not the one in my bed
I told you once
I told you twice
I'M OVER YOU! ! ! !
All the small things
Too late to love
I can't go above
From all my wishes
You're not my star
Hello... Goodbye....
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