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You're lying on your bed |
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And making shadows on the wall |
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It's almost too hot to move |
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Outside your window |
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People are driving home from work |
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For the weekend |
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But your waiting for the phone to ring |
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Your gonna tell her exactly what you think |
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You practice getting your mouth around the words |
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That explain the way you feel |
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You've been scared to show your real self |
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In case she doesn't like what she sees |
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You've been a prostitute to humility |
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She's invaded your life |
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And you've got to live apart |
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In order to survive |
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You were emotionally independent |
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But starved of affection |
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But now you've been trapped by tenderness |
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And been beaten into submission |
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It's now way past the hour she usually phones |
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You've decided not to tell her your little joke |
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Where could she have got to? |
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Why is she torturing you? |
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You roll on your side |
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And run your fingers through your hair |
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Your scared of losing her |
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And facing yourself |
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A red sky at night may be a shepherds delight |
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But your cutting chunks from your heart |
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And rubbing the meat into your eyes |
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She can't leave you now |
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You've given up all your friends |
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You're relying on her |
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For your independence |
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She can't leave you here |
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Alone and defenseless |
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You're relying on her |
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For your independence (x2) |
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You're relying on her (xToFade) |
