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If I look in his eyes I will see no part of me |
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She will look into mine and wish that she couldn't see |
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Something that reminds her of a picture, a piece of me |
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But his eyes aren't mine no matter what they seem to see |
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She's been stumbling in late after a night in the round |
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No one knows whose lover she has danced with until the dawn |
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As the child is screaming he leaves the house to escape the sound |
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Another night of dancing and others' lovers in the round |
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As the place starts leaving there's the coldest feeling |
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And he doesn't want to answer himself |
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The design was broken |
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He has spoken |
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Can't get no pleasure from what she felt |
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I've got more questions than answers |
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But that don't mean nothing |
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My head starts to lower when I walk out the door |
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She's not my, my lover |
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The round is thinking that he is my son |
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She's not no, I never knew her |
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The man I love I keep down and out |
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I've got no one to believe, in me |
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No one to believe me |
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I keep 'em guessing back at the round |
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I keep the man I love down and out |
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The man I love is down and out |