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You could write, you could think, you could have sex
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You could leave your jewelry in a bowl beside the bed
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Stare out the window, down the lawn, to the lake
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For as long as it takes

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Maybe it's the things we don't say
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Maybe it's the things we don't say
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Maybe it's the things we don't say
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Maybe, love is the new maybe

I know what winter's about
Too many nights, not enough days
I watched the birds fly south
And no, I don't wait
The last words out of my mouth
Stay out of my way
And I'm in a wrong place

Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe, love is the new maybe
Maybe, love is the new maybe
Maybe, love is the new maybe