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She has so many things that she wants to say |
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But when it's time to talk they all fall away |
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There's just so much that's wrong the words don't come to mind |
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But she won't lie again, she says that every time |
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All these days and all these nights |
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They burn the same by the city lights |
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We know the way to make things right |
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But it's easier to leave than fight |
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And it's been building up the weight of her deceit |
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But to tell the truth is to admit defeat |
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A chain is just as strong as its weakest link |
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And she is only wrong when she stops to think |
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All these days and all these nights |
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They burn the same by the city lights |
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We know the way to make things right |
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But it's easier to leave than fight |
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She can't lie alone |
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She'd rather die alone |
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Says it's the path of least resistance |
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Is this the path of least resistance |
