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Well you've started again |
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With the wife of a friend |
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On another night you hope you won't recall |
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And the wine that you're drinkin' |
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Doesn't keep you from thinkin' |
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Of the bitter taste that lingers in your soul |
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As you listen to your lies |
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Once again you realize |
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That she doesn't mean a thing to you at all |
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And I watch you climb that stairway |
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To the bottom |
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Every evening in that mirror on the wall |
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You take pride in deceiving |
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One who tried hard believin' in you |
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Even after all the lies you told |
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But each lie that you've spoken |
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And each vow that you've broken |
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Was a new nail in the coffin of your soul |
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If you think someone's cryin' |
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For the love that is dyin' |
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With the trust that you betray each time you fall |
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Look around you on that stairway to the bottom |
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No one's watchin' but that mirror on the wall |
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Look around you on that stairway to the bottom |
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No one's watchin' but that mirror on the wall |
