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Been waiting to find |
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You could've been happier given the time |
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If he'd make up his mind |
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You'd give yourself to anybody |
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Who would cross that line |
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And it was never a question |
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He was crowing for repair |
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You'd give him love and affection |
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You couldn't keep him there |
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Get over, regrets |
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While you were sleeping with the angels |
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He was under the bed |
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And the more skin that you shed |
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The more that the air in your throat will linger |
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When you call him your friend |
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And it was never a question |
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He was crowing for repair |
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You'd give him love and affection |
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You couldn't keep him there |
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Staring at a cold little hand |
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Reading fault lines of a shell of a man |
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You were waiting for a word from above |
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Wouldn't you know it? |
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No, answer ever did come |
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And it was never a question |
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You were crowing for repair |
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You'd give him love and affection |
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You couldn't keep him there |
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And it was never a question |
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You were crowing for repair |
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You'd give him love and affection |
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You couldn't keep him there |