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My lovely ways have become so nasty |
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The things that you loved, those things once took your fancy |
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Have you ever, in your mess, found a chance to hate yourself? |
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There is not a grain of truth in anything you've been doing |
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How you dare to say: "I'm alright, I'm in my isle, I don't need you" |
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Listen to my voice, I know is not your choice, I'm the same who |
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Listened to your voice, and know, was not my choice. How I needed you. |
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We never thought we could ever get old |
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Get old or lost or to find new roads |
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Have you ever, in your mess, found a chance to hate yourself? |
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There is not a grain of truth in anything you've been doing |
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How you dare to say: "I'm alright, I'm in my isle, I don't need you" |
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Listen to my voice, I know is not your choice, I'm the same who |
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Listened to your voice, when it was not my choice. How I needed you. |
