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I have tried to so hard to feel much more for her than nothing |
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Wouldn't it be nice if I pretended that I care? |
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I can promise her a life of wonderful perfection |
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I can promise her that I will lead her from despair |
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Come the day and I'll be over |
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And she will leave me all alone |
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Will I stay? |
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Will I stay sober? |
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Or just bottle all my shame? |
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She |
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Drags me under |
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Pulls me over |
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Now I'm sober |
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She |
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I don't want her anymore |
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I don't need her anymore |
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So I leave her, standing at the door... |
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When I look at her a creeping guilt lies in my lusting |
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Does she realise just what she's doing to herself? |
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I can promise her a life of wonderful perfection |
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I can promise her that I will lead her from despair |
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Come the day and I'll be over |
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And I will leave her all alone* |
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Will I stay? |
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Will I stay sober? |
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Or just bottle all my shame? |
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She |
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Drags me under |
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Pulls me over |
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Now I'm sober |
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She |
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I don't want her anymore |
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I don't need her anymore |
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So I leave her, standing at the door... |