Written by Mary Gauthier and Dale Keys
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Silly me, what was I thinking
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I coulda sworn you still loved me
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But I'm a fool born to chase rainbows
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I could never hold you to what you said with your eyes
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You and me, hey, weren't we something?
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You're holding my hand in that picture hanging in the hall
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Well, I took it down after you left
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Now there's an empty space on the wall
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Empty spaces ain't nothing new
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Rainbows ain't something that you hold on to
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They move out as the storm moves through
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Empty spaces ain't nothing new
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Every day
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I wake up and wonder
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How will I make it on my own?
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Silly me, what was I thinking
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I was on my own all along
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Empty spaces ain't nothing new
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Rainbows ain't something that you hold on to
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They move out as the storm moves through
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Empty Spaces
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Mary Gauthier |