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It feels like yesterday |
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I called you up and cried |
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Darling, I'm not coming home |
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You're the shade of grey |
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I've always loved and denied |
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But I'm not coming home |
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Are we really that confused |
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When our knuckles are bruised |
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Am I mad or merely had |
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Are we really that jaded |
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When the scars have faded |
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Are you scorn or merely torn |
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You never told me why |
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We're running out of time |
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How numbers speak of what I've done |
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But I don't dare defy |
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The clock's steady chime |
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I guess I'll make it if I run |
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Was it ever our fashion |
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To share the same passion |
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Is it hate or merely fate |
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That makes us skip a heartbeat |
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Every time our lips meet |
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Have we lost at our own cost |
