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I watched her smile |
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Dissolve like |
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Alka Seltzer |
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And in all honesty |
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Man, I wish |
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I could have helped her |
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But the words |
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I spoke Fell leaden to the ground |
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Hitting that carpet |
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With a muffled clanging sound |
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I remember sitting later on the 253 |
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Trying not to cry |
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But the crime's on me |
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Sick to my stomach |
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Feel so guilty |
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But I can't change the fact that |
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She had nothing that |
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I needed So over years the love receded |
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A bit like her old man's hairline .. |
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And mine And at first, |
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She was all that |
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I could see ' |
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Til other girls appeared in my periphery |
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And we lost something, |
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Or so it seems |
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Fading like her favorite jeans |
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I can't read her face |
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Listen in an unknown language |
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I just hold her pretty hand ' |
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Cause that's about all |
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I can manage |
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I wish you wouldn't look at me that way |
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Knowing I'm a selfish bastard |
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She'll be thanking me one day |
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And maybe we can even laugh at this after |
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I remember sitting later on the 253 |
|
Trying not to cry |
|
But the crimes on me |
|
Sick to my stomach |
|
Feel so guilty |
|
But I can't change the fact that |
|
She had nothing that |
|
I needed So over years the love receded |
|
A bit like her old man's hairline .. |
|
And mine And at first, |
|
She was all that |
|
I could see ' |
|
Til other girls appeared in my periphery |
|
And we lost something, |
|
Or so it seems |
|
Fading like her favorite jeans |
|
No, no, no, no promises |
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No, no, no, no promises |
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No, no, no, no promises |
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No promises |
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No promises |
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And this is the final curtain call |
|
As in and out of love we fall |
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And it's to |
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O late to change that |
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Oh, it's too late to explain |
|
That.. She had nothing that |
|
I needed So over years the love receded |
|
A bit like her old man's hairline .. |
|
And mine And at first, |
|
She was all that |
|
I could see ' |
|
Til other girls appeared in my periphery |
|
And we lost something, |
|
Or so it seems |
|
Fading like her favorite jeans |
|
She had nothing that |
|
I needed So over years the love receded |
|
A bit like her old man's hairline .. |
|
And mine And at first, |
|
She was all that |
|
I could see ' |
|
Til other girls appeared in my periphery |
|
And we lost something, |
|
Or so it seems |
|
Fading like her favorite jeans |
|
No, no, no, no promises |
|
No, no, no, no promises |
|
No, no, no, no promises |
|
No promises |
|
No promises |
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No, no, no, no promises |
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No, no, no, no promises |
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No, no, no, no promises |
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No promises |
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No promises |
