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Now it's simple to me |
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Sometimes you have to let go when there's |
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Next to nothing |
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You say yes everytime she says no |
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There's more pain then love |
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It comes to shove almost |
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Everytime you speak |
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Somehow you fight |
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Something's just crazy |
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Somehow it's taking all the life left in you |
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You're losing ground |
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Carrying that torch |
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Your not asking for much |
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As she has had time to heal |
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And she doesn't need you any longer |
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And you had time to drink |
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And you call her to tell her you've gotten much stronger |
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At three in the morning she says: "Stop calling cause everyone's asleep Some of us work You're driving me crazy I learnt to get on with my life..." |
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Now every nights friday night |
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Picking fights with your friends |
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Somehow trying to make amends |
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So you search for comfort in a friend |
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It's not the same she won't understand |
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You both learned to think alike |
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So what was so wrong |
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Where's she tonight |
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Out there drinking while you're left in thinking |
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It's taken all the life left in... |
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You You're losing ground |
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Carrying that torch |
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You're not asking for much |
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Still somehow |
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You'll wait for her |
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You say she'll return |
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But you still carry that torch |
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That girl |
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WHIPPING B |
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OY!!! |