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Solitaire, such a fateful game |
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She turns her cards |
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And writes her name on the napkin |
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Now she turns another card |
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She dreams about the house and romance |
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He promised but won't deliver |
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She waits alone |
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With dried out hopes |
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And dormant phone |
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She waits for years |
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And fantasies melt |
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New ones appear |
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But they won't help |
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And again she catches him |
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Eye pulls away |
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With light too dim |
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She calls his name and runs around |
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But he was faster |
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All alone in a bad part of town |
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She waits again |
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With dried out hopes |
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And things she made for him |
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A little ride, a little fun was all |
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He held her tight |
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Got tired and then let go |
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Got the strain on her heart |
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She believed a lying black heart |
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Painted with promises |
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Then he left her on the floor |
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With only the mirror to curse |
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Should have known better |
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Should have known better |
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Should have known |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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What can you say to her |
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This time it's much too late |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
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How she cried |
