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What would you do if you're not welcome in this place? |
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Make-up cannot mask the toll the weekend's takes on your face. |
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You were scared before, but now your not alone. |
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There's something growing inside you that you cannot take home. |
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You're so sad, so sure of what you had before he took it all away. |
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So long, desperate. |
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So wrong, wretched, empowered. |
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See, what you want from me, you could never keep. |
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You're not welcome in this, my place anymore. |
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Are you sure? |
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What were your plans before now? |
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What's in it for you if he's in it for nothing. |
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What you need is a little sympathy to get you off, to get you off your desperate knees. |
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You're so sad, so sure of what you had before he took it all away. |
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So long, desperate for hours. |
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So wrong, wretched, empowered. |
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See, what you want from me, you could never keep. |
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You're not welcome in this, my place anymore. |
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I'm sad to report, that you'll do what he believes, and |
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I'm used in accordance to cuts that make you bleed. |
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We all know where you've been by your change of clothes, we already know, we already know. |
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So long, desperate for hours. |
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So wrong, wretched, empowered. |
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See, what you want from me, you could never keep. |
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You're not welcome in this, my place anymore. |
