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If you could pull yourself away from that mess |
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Surely if you could pack a punch then you can pack a dress |
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'Cause hot on the trail of self pity is wilderness |
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Like hot on the heels of heartbreak is happiness |
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It's an upward struggle just to be yourself (To be yourself) |
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And if I climb too far I'll end up on the shelf |
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When sorry's have been said and tears, tears have dried |
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I'm still the easy route to easy ride |
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If you could just have a good word with yourself |
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Convince yourself you're you and no-one else |
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Restore your confidence and your pride |
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A soldier don't need no-one by their side |
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It seems as though there's only me to blame (Me To Blame) |
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Pushover, must be my middle name |
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Just because he flushed love down the drain |
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Doesn't mean your little heart can't be reclaimed |
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If you could just have a good word with yourself |
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Convince yourself you're you and no-one else |
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Restore your confidence and your pride |
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A soldier don't need no-one by their side |
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And I know that what I've chosen's second best |
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And if the passport was there then I'd say yes |
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But departure leaves a fully feathered nest |
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This easy bird is easily impressed |
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This easy bird is easily impressed |
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Your little wings broken, nest destroyed |
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The love that he talked of, null and void |
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If you knew you were a plaything with which they toyed |
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Your little heart would now be the employed |
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Next time I choose to love I'll take good aim |
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Miss out on his sweet talk and his blame |
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Then when I miss the target you can't complain |
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It's only the sure-shot actually feels the pain |
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It's only the sure-shot actually feels the pain |
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It's only the sure-shot actually feels the pain |