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Borrowed pens on dotted linessign the past awayThis is yours and that is mineSo the papers sayHow can you move so quicklyHow can you heal so fastAnd what will I do with my morningsWhat will I do with my nights Tell me what you see in herThat used to be in meWhy is it the simple truthsare hardest to believeHow can I start all overKnowing we'll just be friends And what will I do with my morningsWhat will I do with my nightsYou want answers that I can't giveYou want words I don't knowAsk me when I'm throughgetting over you After this day is overHow will my dreams go onAnd what will I do with my morningsWhat will I do with my nightsYou want answers that I can't giveYou want words I don't knowAsk me when I'm throughgetting over youAsk me when I'm throughgetting over you From Letras Mania