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I could use another cigarette |
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But don't worry daddy, I'm not addicted yet |
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One too many drinks tonight and I miss you |
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Like you were mine |
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All your stormy words have barely broken |
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And you sound like thunder though |
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You've barely spoken |
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Oh, it looks like rain tonight and thank God |
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'Cause a clear sky just wouldn't feel right. |
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He's taken and leaving |
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But I keep believing |
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That he's gonna come round soon |
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(He'll come round soon I know) |
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You may be my final match |
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'Cause I chase everything when you play |
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Throw and I play catch |
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It never took much to keep me satisfied |
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But all the bullshit you feed me you miss me |
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You need me |
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This hungry heart will not subside |
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[CHORUS] |
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He's taken and leaving |
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But I keep believing |
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That he's gonna come round soon |
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Until I see him again |
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I'm staying believing |
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That it won't be deceiving |
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When he's gonna come round |
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Well I may seem naive if I cry as you leave |
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Like I'm just one more tortured heart |
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These cracks that I show as I'm watching |
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You go aren't tearing me apart |
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I may seem naive if I cry as you leave |
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Like I'm just one more tortured heart |
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These cracks that I show as I'm watching |
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You go aren't tearing me apart |
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The angels said I'd smile today |
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Well who needs angels anyway? |