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Well the sun came up this morning |
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Like a burning red balloon |
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It broke into my window |
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And it slipped across the room |
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It spread itself upon me |
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Like the smell of sweet perfume |
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I was sleeping like a baby |
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I'm not a saviour |
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I'm not a saint |
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I'm not an angel |
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I'm not that quaint |
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Don't need a preacher |
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To be that wise |
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Don't need a teacher - |
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I've got my eyes... |
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You hurt me & I hate you |
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You hurt me |
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A history of bitterness |
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You have left a blazing trail |
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If you had been a hammer |
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I'd be a broken nail |
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You gave me nothing - |
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Nothing but regrets |
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Don't think it's over - |
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It's not over yet |
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You hurt me & I hate you |
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You hurt me... |
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[This verse is in the lyrics leaflet, but is not actually in the song] |
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And everytime |
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You try to fool yourself |
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You've only got yourself |
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To blame |
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And every lie you ever |
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Told yourself |
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Will all come back to you |
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One day |
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[This is sung instead - transcribed from listening to the song. Some words may be incorrect] |
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They say there's no hell on earth |
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That's like a woman scorned |
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And if you have to face yourself |
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You'll wish you'd not been born |
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And if you have to face yourself |
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You'll find me standing there |
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In the shadows, in the corners |
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At the foot of every stair |
