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A lover spurned |
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A lesson learned |
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On love you've got |
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Your fingers burnt |
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She'd bitter tears |
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Now love has turned |
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The sweet revenge |
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Of a lover spurned |
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A passing phase |
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A week of love |
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But all at once |
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You had enough |
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It pales so soon |
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Waned with the moon |
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No deep concern |
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For a lover spurned |
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She'll destroy you with her little games |
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See you swallow all the blame |
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Make you pay in many ways |
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For the pleasure of watching you squirm |
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She'll tell her friends to treat you rough |
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That you just weren't good enough |
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Make the going really tough |
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For the pleasure of watching you burn in hell |
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And every day |
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More guilt to pay |
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A lesson learned |
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From a lover spurned |
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It was all so cozy for you |
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You had a wife, two children |
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And a beautiful house |
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And me, well you wanted me |
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When it suited your needs |
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And now, now I have nothing |
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Just a handful of faded photographs |
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Nothing but a cold empty heart |
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But I'm not easily forgotten |
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I'll appear when you least expect, to make you pay |
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You asked for it that way |
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She'll come to get you with a knife |
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Write poison letters to your wife |
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Totally destroy your life |
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For the pleasure of watching you squirm |
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She'll make a fool of you at work |
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Drag your name through the dirt |
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Make sure that it really hurts |
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For the pleasure of watching you burn in hell |
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A lover spurned |
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A lesson learned |
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On love you've got |
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Your fingers burnt |
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She'd bitter tears |
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Now love has turned |
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The sweet revenge |
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Of a lover spurned |
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The sweet revenge |
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Of a lover spurned |
