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It would take a wide net |
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to drag that deep |
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through all the years |
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the years I believed you |
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You'd be hard-pressed |
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to face the fact |
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of all the lies |
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and the fears that deceived you |
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But you say it doesn't matter now |
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being jealous |
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nothing standing in your way |
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But you forgot to mention how |
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you were done with me |
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It's not your problem anymore |
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To be true, to be kind |
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to never walk away |
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And it's true you were blind |
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no matter what I would say |
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to you |
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is there nothing sacred |
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to you |
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I will turn my back |
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to the wind in your wake |
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to the cold shards of the life strewn behind you |
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Your record scratched and these lines will break |
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through the drone of time |
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till their meaning will find you |
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But you say it doesn't matter now |
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being jealous |
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nothing standing in your way |
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Did I forget to mention how |
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I'm done with you |
|
It's not my problem anymore |
|
To be true to be kind |
|
to never walk away |
|
And it's true you were blind |
|
no matter what I would say |
|
to you |
|
is there nothing sacred |
|
to you |
|
To be true to be kind |
|
to never walk away |
|
and it's true you were blind |
|
no matter what I would say |
|
to you |
|
is there nothing sacred |
|
nothing sacred |
