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I knew it wouldn't last. |
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It all happened so fast. |
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One minute they were so in love |
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And the next one she had passed. |
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I always had my doubts. |
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I figured it all out. |
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I knew something was curious |
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When he would talk about |
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How love wasn't a race, |
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The guilt writ on his face, |
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Right there in black and white, |
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I think it serves him right. |
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I told you it was him. |
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I tell it like it is. |
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The story served his purpose |
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And now look what he did. |
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I just read the lines - |
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The acts are his designs. |
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I don't tell him what to do, |
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I just tell it back to you. |
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And I will tell you this, |
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He killed her with his kiss. |
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I think it serves him right. |
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I think it serves him right. |
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Maybe it was my fault |
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And I deserve to be upset, |
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Maybe the price of being wrong |
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Is a lifetime of regret. |
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So please tear up my memories |
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Into a thousand little parts |
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And give them to somebody else |
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So that they won't tear up my heart. |
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[x2] |
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The words are adding up. |
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The overflowing cup. |
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The leads and the details |
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Are enough to tip the scale. |
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Take his life for a refrain, |
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Make the verses his domain, |
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Put him inside of the frame |
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And have him tell the tale again. |
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A life in paper he will serve. |
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The correction he deserves. |
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A lifetime to recite, |
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I think it serves him right. |
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Everyone's agreed |
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That David did mislead |
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As he concealed from everyone |
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His crimes and his misdeeds |
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More power in the sentence |
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Than in the power of the word. |
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His time into tenses |
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And his actions into verbs. |
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It serves him right. |
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Maybe it was my fault |
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And I deserve to be upset, |
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Maybe the price of being wrong |
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Is a lifetime of regret. |
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So please tear up my memories |
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Into a thousand little parts |
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And give them to somebody else |
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So that they won't tear up my heart. |
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[x2] |
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Box up the hopes I had to change, |
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I don't want them around. |
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Strike a nail into the coffin |
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And put it in the ground. |
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If a confession's what you want, |
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I'm happy to oblige. |
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Sing it from the mountaintops, |
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I know the truth's a lie. |
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So throw me to the lions |
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To give them a bitter meal. |
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An eternity of hurt |
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Couldn't compare to how I feel. |
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Or lock me up forever, |
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I won't put up a fight. |
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I tried to steal a little love from life, |
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I know it serves me right. |
