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You're time-wasting again |
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Biting your nails like you were sixteen |
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Putting up your little walls |
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When emotion's around |
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Leave your little heart |
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In the lost and found |
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Your friends would die laughing |
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If they saw you this way |
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Even though they cry the same tears every day |
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Where was your heart |
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When you needed it most? |
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Hand in hand with your innocence |
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Gave up the ghost |
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But it doesn't do to tell |
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You're at your best |
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When you're living hell |
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Just put on your hard face |
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You know you do that so well |
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Thank god you wore |
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Your waterproof make-up today |
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And who gives a damn about him anyway? |
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To him you're a body |
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And to hell with the mind |
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But you get the same stick from his type all the time |
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Just a couple of drinks |
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And they've got you tonight |
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And you know the sad thing |
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Is that they're often right |
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Where was your heart |
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When you needed it most? |
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Hand in hand with your innocence |
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Gave up the ghost |
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They take hold of your heart |
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And they spit it right out |
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Make a show of their conquest |
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When their friends are about |
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Your ego deflated |
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You gave up the fight |
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And became the good-time-had-by-all-every-night |
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And where was your heart |
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When you needed it most? |
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Hand in hand with your innocence |
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Gave up the ghost |
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No comfort of beds |
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Or the softness of sheets |
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Just the back of a car |
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Sprawled across the back seats |
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And he'll just not give up |
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And he's messed up your head |
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A dish in the disco |
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But a pig in the bed |
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So you build up a false love affair anyway |
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Photocopy soap opera stories all day |
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Where it all ends up fine |
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And it all ends in church |
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And the girl looks like you |
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And she never really gets hurt |
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And where was your heart |
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When you needed it most? |
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Hand in hand with your innocence |
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Gave up the ghost |
