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Fourteen years and counting, and bolder every day |
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She spends her hours reading, and hides herself away |
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She sits there with those headphones on and fills her life with Grace |
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And Alice is her holy grail |
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No she'll never let go of her lover |
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She will never let go of her friend |
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She'll never get over Alice |
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And the hurt may never mend |
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Oh she'll never stop living stories |
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But the pages blind her view |
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So maybe she just wasn't watching |
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When Alice found someone new |
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A glass of wine for breakfast |
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An early end to the day |
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She hears familiar footsteps |
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And looks the other way |
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She hasn't swapped a word with her since that day in June |
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A fleeting glance will have to do |
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No she'll never let go of her lover |
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She will never let go of her friend |
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She'll never get over Alice |
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And the hurt may never mend |
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Oh she'll never stop living stories |
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But the pages blind her view |
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So maybe she just wasn't watching |
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When Alice found someone new |
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So give me one good reason why she shouldn't just give up now |
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(for all the good it can do) |
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Give me one good reason why she shouldn't just give up now |
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Cos sometimes making the effort just brings you down, |
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Sometimes making the effort just brings you down |
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Brings you down |
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No she'll never let go of her lover |
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She will never let go of her friend |
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She'll never get over Alice |
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And the hurt may never mend |
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Oh she'll never stop living stories |
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But the pages blind her view |
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So maybe she just wasn't watching |
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When Alice found someone new |