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How do you find the guy around here |
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I've already sped through a year |
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I've already tried all the campus bars at night |
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And even cried alone at the diner |
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Somewhere there's a prince |
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And he likes to strike me down |
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I know I'm not the reason |
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I'm just the one he found |
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And all these other cowards |
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They're not hard to boss around |
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You just get them in your arms |
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And you hold them till they drown |
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I walked back to the cottage |
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With no hand around my wrist |
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When I heard the sound of vodka |
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Bottles breaking |
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I went out to the clearing |
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He was standing with a fist |
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But I couldn't see the face |
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That he was making |
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He said make me some dinner |
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I said, "I thought you'd never ask" |
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He was standing in my kitchen |
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I was filling up his glass |
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He finally started screaming |
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And pointing to the bed |
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He wanted me to kill him |
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But I took his life instead |
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Ugly moments strung together |
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And the poor guy couldn't even find his temper |
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And he could no longer make me cry |
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I guess the boss inside of him died |
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I guess the boss inside of him died |
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I guess the boss inside of him died |
