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He can't explain his everything to break his fall |
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The one who hit his big fat lip, his glasses fall |
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She's come out right, she's in his sight, on knees he'll crawl |
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He lost the fight, home for the night, sick of it all |
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Stop killing me, you've led me on |
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And I can't take it, take it |
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Stop giving me your head and all |
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That you drag with it, with it |
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She no longer stares and no longer cares about anything |
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But she can't frown though there's so little left for him |
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The last to know, she can't explain |
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Her everything to break his fall |
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Stop killing me, you've led me on |
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And I can't take it, take it |
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Stop giving me your head and all |
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That you drag with it, with it, with it, with it |
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Stop killing me, you've led me on, you're killing me |
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Stop killing me, you've led me on |
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And I can't take it, take it |
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Stop giving me your head and all |
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That you drag with it, with it |
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Stop killing me, you've led me on |
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And I can't take it, take it |
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Stop giving me your head and all |
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That you drag with it, with it, with it, with it |
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With it, with it, hey |