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Are they saying goodbye |
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Or is it just like before? |
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Could it be that I made him love her more? |
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Does he curse upon my face? |
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Do I symbolize disgrace? |
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Could it be that I made him love her more? |
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Well, I refuse to go deeper |
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I choose to go blind |
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This trouble just shouldn't be mine |
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But it's confusing my existence |
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It is intruding my mind |
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I guess this trouble is also mine |
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So I curse upon his face |
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He's a symbol of my own mistakes |
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Could it be that she makes me love him more? |
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Well, I refuse to go deeper |
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I choose to go blind |
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This trouble just shouldn't be mine |
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But it's confusing my existence |
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It is intruding my mind |
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I guess this trouble, this trouble |
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This trouble is also mine |
