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I bumped into Joe on Victoria Road |
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And he told me something |
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About last weekend, he knows your new boyfriend |
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(He said he saw it coming) |
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And those letters I wrote, so now I know |
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What you do with them |
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Well of course he looked, you sliced me up |
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And then showed it to him |
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He's changed around the posters on your wall |
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And finished all but one glass of your wine |
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His head's been on the pillows that I bought |
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And now he's seen me say, "I love you" all those times |
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And the old photos in the silly clothes |
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There must be much more |
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God, the poems I sent and that massive dent |
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I left in your door |
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I don't want them back, you can burn the lot |
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I just feel betrayed |
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Well it's been this long and all the flesh has gone |
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But the bones remain |
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He's changed around the posters on your wall |
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And finished all but one glass of your wine |
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His head's been on the pillows that I bought |
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And now he's seen me say, "I love you" all those times |
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I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try |
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I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try |
