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It's a shame that I don't love you better |
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Fateful words emblazoned on your sweater |
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Made to move him |
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From a distance |
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Every line to outline your resistance. |
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Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn? (x2) |
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Fortunately he tries to placate her |
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Tying notes to broken kitchenalia |
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The way the ink blots |
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On the sink stops |
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Him from carving thoughts into the worktops |
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Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn? (x2) |
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The knots she ties |
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In almost all her clothes |
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Are growing greater by the day |
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Her April showers |
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Will have soon devoured |
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The alacrity of May. |
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Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn? (x2) |
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It was always going to end like this (x3) |
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It was always going to end like... |