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If our words were once sweethearts |
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Now they're ugly, violent thugs. |
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How did our language come to this? |
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We speak in grunts and sighs and shrugs |
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And we never used to let just one spare moment |
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Go to waste but now you're hardly ever here |
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And when you are |
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You're bored and chaste |
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So when did you decide that I was vile |
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I've tried and tried to talk, |
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But talking's never been your style |
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You said we can still be friends |
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But we both know that we won't |
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And your mates all laugh and smile as if they know something I don't |
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And every night a taxi softly sneaks you up our street |
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You used to say you'd broke your phone |
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Now you don't care if you're discreet |
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So why won't you just tell me who was there? |
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There's a buzz about you now |
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There's something funny in the air |
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If there's no hope for us |
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Then there's no hope for anyone |
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What chance can they have, |
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If even you and me can't have fun? |
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Was it so long ago our friends said we were disgraceful? |
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But how could they ever know |
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That we could be so unfaithful? |
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You weren't wearing much of note |
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Just hold-ups and your long grey coat |
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The three-bar fire lit up our skin |
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We whispered, 'cause your mom was in |
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And when we went to use the phone, |
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And noticed that we weren't alone, |
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We shrugged and let the pervert |
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See how he could only hope to be |
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But that was in the haze of new romance |
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When we floated hand in hand right through it's vague |
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Deceitful trance |
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If there's no hope for us then |
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There's no hope for anyone... |
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That's me |
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Then |
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I'm all packed |
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You know I need some time to think |
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You just keep what you might need |
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I think we both might need a drink |
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And all the secrets that I keep |
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You know I keep because I care |
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But now there's no hope left for us so, |
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Darling, let's just leave it there. |
