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(difford/tilbrook) |
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Hand me a tissue |
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Hand me your hand |
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I feel like crying please understand |
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I have been foolish |
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I crossed that line |
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That borders friendship |
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In this bed of mine |
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We slept together |
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And it felt so wrong |
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Now i know forever |
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That that friendship has gone |
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She wore the night shirt |
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You would have worn |
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If you'd been there |
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If i had've tried |
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To stop myself acting |
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Like i chose to do |
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Is this the end |
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Need we pretend |
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I slept with a friend |
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And hurt you |
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Hand me your pencil |
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Hand me your heart |
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I feel like writing where do i start |
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We drank together and jumped into bed |
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I had the pleasure |
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Then i lost my friend |
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We slept together and the guilt's so strong |
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Now i know forever |
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That that friendship has gone |