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I know the name on the tip of your tongue |
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And I know that accusing look |
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Everybody knows I've been so wrong |
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That's the problem and here's the hook |
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Tears before bedtime |
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There'll be trouble tonight |
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I don't want to talk about it anymore |
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I don't want to have another fight |
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I don't want to talk I don't want to fight |
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How wrong can I be before I am right |
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For the tears that you boo hoo hoo hoo |
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There can be no defence |
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You say you'll forgive and forget |
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But it's only a pretence |
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Either you can leave the past behind |
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Or give me something to disconnect my mind |
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I sleep with my fists clenched tight |
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When I don't lie awake all night |
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I guess time gave up the ghost too late |
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And the balance of our love |
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Very soon turns to hate |
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Darling your suspiciousness |
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Tortures me at night |
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But I can't excuse the cruel words |
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That I use whenever we fight |
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Tears before bedtime |
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There'll be trouble tonight |
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I don't want to talk about it anymore |
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I don't want to have another fight |
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I don't want to talk I don't want to fight |
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How wrong can I be before I am right |
