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This is for the one who was false |
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Who taught me about building walls |
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One who could always turn it around |
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To leave me here on shaky ground |
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This is for the one who made good |
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In someone else's neighborhood |
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One who was never anything but |
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The shifty eye of sheer bad luck |
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Once I thought that |
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I would never forget |
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And I have not quite done that yet |
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But I could hurt you now |
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I could hurt you now |
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This is for the time that |
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I lostThe death of who |
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I thought |
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I wasThe things in which |
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I cannot believe |
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For fear I'll wear them on my sleeve |
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Things I know that will never be returned |
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But I crossed that bridge before it burned |
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So I could hurt you now |
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I could hurt you now(listen, sonny boyYou just don't get it, do you) |
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I could hurt you now(tell you what I'll doI'll get that message to you) |
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Maybe it leaves an invisible scar |
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But I have not come quite that far |
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But I could hurt you now(listen, sonny boyYou just don't get it, do you) |
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I could hurt you now(tell you what I'll doI'll get that message to you) |
