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i knew that you wouldn't change, but i bit my tongue and swore, |
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resigned myself to carry on despite you. |
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but you would not match my stride and cried, |
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"foul! foul! how could you expect me to care about somebody else?" |
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and after all, who would expect anything else from you? |
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you would not apologize for what you claimed you'd never do. |
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you guard your hand like there is something brilliant |
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waiting to play itself off. |
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and when you move to strike, everything will fall into place. |
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but i'll call your bluff. i know you're all talk. |
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and when the words come out |
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there will be nothing left but promises. |
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i wanted it to be different, to see truth where it did not fit. |
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but the harder i looked, the farther you seemed from it. |
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there is a cadence here, i guess, for every measured misstep. |
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i put one foot forward and you take two steps back. |
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so just say what you want. |
