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What they said* |
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In whispered tones |
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Kept racing through my head |
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Empty room |
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Lit cigarettes |
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Turning white knuckles red |
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You're coming home |
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You think you're clear |
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But I hear you shut the door |
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Your story's straight |
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But you're breathing fast |
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And you give yourself away |
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What you did |
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What you said |
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That's the moment, now it's dead |
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Will never be the same, |
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Won't ever be the same, |
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The same again |
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At my door |
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I hear the bell |
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But can't look you in the eye |
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Sleep alone |
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The tv flashes on and on and on |
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I let you in |
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I see your face |
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But my patience fades away |
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I shut you out |
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When you wanted in |
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Now there's nothing left to say |
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You can take me down |
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But you can't take it back |
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You can take your time |
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But it won't bring you back here |
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You can take my word |
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But you can't take my world |
