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If I was a fly |
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And I had a day left 'til I died |
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I would lay down 'til tomorrow |
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You're clipping my wings |
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I try to win you back with all my words that you know mean nothing |
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You could have believed in me |
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You could have believed in me |
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And I saw a tear on a rose and I swept it off for you |
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As I gag on my guts 'cause I'm watching you give up |
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I'm a tear in the clock as you walk away |
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I can almost taste the glaze on your lips |
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Smacking away into the night |
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They say at least he's my friend |
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And he'll treat you kindly in the end |
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Call me bitter but I'm brimming with hate for both of you |
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A film if playing in my head of you fornicating in his bed |
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The satin sheets are ruby red like your nails that scarred my back |
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And you could have believed in me |
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Baby, you could have believed in me |
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And I saw a tear on a rose and I clipped it off for you |
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I'm a fly on a wall and I'm watching you give up |
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I'm a tear in the clock as you walk away |
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I can almost see a shade of your blue eyes |
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Fading away into the night |
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You never believed in me |
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But I will believe in me |
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Now I take a match to the rose that I gave, my love, to you |
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Won't forgive |
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Won't forget |
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And the rage will lift me up |
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I hope you choke on his tongue |
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As I walk away I will not watch his hands as they deftly pull you away |
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Into the night |
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Into the night |
