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Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest? |
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A place to rest his head in a song you'll regret |
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Lord knows I don't want to compete |
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But I still sleep in the very sheets he's been in |
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Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul |
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You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie |
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Send him back |
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I'll share the trap that you have me in |
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Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest? |
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A place to rest his head in a song you'll regret |
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Still you take him |
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Lord knows I don't want to compete |
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But I still sleep in the very sheets he's been in |
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Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul |
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You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie |
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Send him back |
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I'll share the trap that you have me in |
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(Still you sleep in the very sheets he's been in) |
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