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Don't say a word. |
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Don't tell me what you heard |
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There's something tonight, |
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Thats killing soft and slight. |
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Here it comes again, |
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Lining up to place its bid. |
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To take a little peice of her and throw it away, |
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'Till there aint anything left. |
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No need to lie, |
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Don't tell her that it's allright. |
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Theres tears in the wine |
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Now falling down from her eyes |
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Theres some awful things, |
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To eachother that we can do. |
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And that people think that something good can come from them, |
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Well people then they're just fools. |
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They say you learn, |
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The more it burns, |
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But what good does that do? |
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If what you learn, don't help to bring, |
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The one you lost back to you? |
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There ain't no easy way to lose the heart, |
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You call your own. |
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And there aint no easy way to make you feel okay, |
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But baby you're all that you own. |
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Don't make a move, |
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There's nothing now you can do. |
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Those tears in the wine. |
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Have burrowed down in her spine. |
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Here they come again, |
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Fallin like a driving rain |
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To take a little peice of her and wash away, |
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Till nothing left can be saved. |
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They say you learn, |
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The more it burns, |
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But what good does that do? |
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If what you learn, don't help to bring, |
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The one you lost, back to you? |
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There aint no easy way to lose the heart, you called your own. |
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And there aint no easy way to make you feel okay, |
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Cuz baby you're all that you own. |
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And there aint no easy way to make it feel okay, |
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Cuz baby you're all that you own. |