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One on the nose, one on the chin, |
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You bruise so easy, so why stay with him? |
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He uses you just like a human punching bag. |
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But you don't complain, you're too scared to speak. |
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Anyway, it only really hurts you when you laugh, |
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And when you eat. |
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But you can't break the pattern, week after week. |
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The bruises show, |
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But he must be special otherwise you'd just get up and go. |
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You'll never let us know |
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Exactly how you feel. |
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What's the use, the cynics say it's no excuse, |
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You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse. |
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You say it's okay, |
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But i say that it's not right. |
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You wind him up, but you're living in fear, |
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You keep going back but it ends in tears, oh. |
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That's quite a cut on the side of your head. |
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Is it from his fist, or did you really fall out of bed? |
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Oh, so uncouth, |
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Excuse me, is this your tooth? |
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Why do you stay, no one knows. |
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Do you really love him, or are you too scared to go? |
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You're always nervous and on the edge of tears. |
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You cry alone, |
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But you never tell us what it's like when you get back home. |
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No one will ever know |
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Because you never show. |
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What's the use, |
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Everyone says you've got no excuse, |
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You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse. |
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You say it's okay, |
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But i say that it's not right. |
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Oh, it's your secret, it's your life, who am i to criticize? |
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It takes two sides to know it's true, |
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And maybe, he'll stay in love with you. |
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No one will ever know, |
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Because you never show. |
