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She stares out the window |
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Counts raindrops until tommorrow |
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Today sees her crying |
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While Sting sings about the breath you take |
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She'll take fighting chances |
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Run head first into a brick wall |
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Cause what doesn't kill her |
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Makes it all just seem much closer |
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She needs a crutch, needs a crush |
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Feel the rush of infatuation |
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She needs a way to feel the same that she once did |
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He needs a lot less than she seems to be |
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Too much to handle |
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He won't say much |
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Just leaving her in the dark |
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The tension gets thicker |
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The wine helps to counter-act the pain |
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Her whine makes him crazy, so crazy that he's about to break |
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To throw out his morals |
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Would just seem to beg the question |
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Is this really worth it? |
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A risk he's sure not willing to take |
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So she says, "To spite my face, I'm cutting off my nose for you I know you'd do the same thing too Revel in what you'll miss out You played me for a fool this time Good luck with all your future tries." |
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So now it's done |
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Say goodbye to the chance that was once within your reach |
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Kiss farewell to your loss, to your lack of decency |
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You'll never know what you missed, what you could have found in me |
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Insincere is the word to describe you best from me |
