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This is worth it's weight in words |
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to give in now would be absurd. |
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So keep your retracted retractions to yourself. |
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chorus: |
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This plays upon my sympathies, |
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I shouldn't have come. |
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I know I should leave, |
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but they said, |
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but they said |
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I should see this for myself. |
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And now these sighs are severing. |
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And I was saving everything, |
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can't believe, |
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I believed, |
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I believed that this might help. |
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Making amends, seems so far out of hand. |
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still holding strong to where we stand. |
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must have lost all sight of how we ever felt. |
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getting even, |
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getting even, |
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getting ready to fight |
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gotten smug, |
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gotten ugly, |
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and lost all sense of pride, |
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and I'm forgetting, |
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I'm forgetting |
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why I wanted to cry, |
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and I'm still waiting on a day no hearts would die. |
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chorus |
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getting even |
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getting even |
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getting ready to fight |
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gotten smug |
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gotten ugly |
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and lost all sense of pride |
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and im forgetting |
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im forgetting |
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why i wanted to cry |
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still waiting on a day no hearts would cry |
