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(Telling me the same old story) |
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When the storm grows |
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I find your face behind your helpless hands |
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When the cracks show |
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In your mirrored, mirrored eyes |
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When the words come out |
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So splintered and predictable again |
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Then I find you |
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(Telling me the same old story) |
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Stories of love |
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Stories and lies |
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Stories of love |
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The same old story |
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(Telling me the same old story) |
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When the day goes |
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I can hear you crying out behind your paper smile |
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And the light that shines |
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Won't give you strength to talk to me at all |
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And the sound I hear |
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Is not the sound I want to hear from you |
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'Cause you're always |
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(Telling me the same old story) |
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Stories of love |
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Stories and lies |
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Stories of love |
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The same old story... |
