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All the nights |
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I spend, waiting |
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Time moves so slow |
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Leaning on my friends, complaining |
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Why it's so hard |
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This girl's prepared for war |
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And as for love, who knows what it's good for |
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Except for crying yourself to sleep at night |
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And for blowing down, your little heart |
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Staring at your face, wondering |
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What went wrong |
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I cannot pretend, to be playing |
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Anymore This girl's prepared for war |
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And as for love, who knows what it's good for |
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Except for crying yourself to sleep at night |
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And for blowing down, your little heart |
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This girl's prepared for war |
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And as for love, who knows what it's good for |
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Except for crying yourself to sleep at night |
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And for blowing down, your little heart |