I bet this time at night you're still up
I bet you're tired from a long, hard week
I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window
looking out at the city
and I bet sometimes you 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 you know that
everytime I don't, I almost do, I almost do...
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you
'cause each time you reach out there's no reply
I bet, it never ever occurred to you that I can't say hello to you, and risk another goodbye
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 you know that
everytime I don't, I almost do, I almost do...
we made quite a mess, baby
it's probably better off this way
and I confess, baby
in my dreams you're touchin' my face
and askin' me if i want to try again with you
and I almost do
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 you know that
everytime I dont, I almost do, I almost do...
I bet this time at night you're still up
I bet you're tired from a long hard week

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