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I've been contemplating suicide, |
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But it really doesn't suit my style, |
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So I guess |
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I'll just act bored instead |
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And contain the blood |
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I would've shed? |
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And she makes me feel so ill at ease |
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My heart is really on its knees |
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But I wear a poker face so well |
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That even mother couldn't tell |
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And my baby's so vain |
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She is almost a mirror |
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And the sound of her name |
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Sends a permanent shiverdown my spinedown my spine |
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I keep her photo against my heart |
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Cause in my life she plays a starring part |
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All alcohol and cigarettes |
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There is no room for cheap regrets |
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She makes me feel so ill at ease |
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My heart is really on its knees |
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But I wear a poker face so well |
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That even mother couldn't tell |
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But my baby's so vain |
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She is almost a mirror |
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And the sound of her name |
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Sends a permanent shiverdown my spinedown my spinedown my spinedown my spine. |
