Our battles are repetitious
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if not broken poetry
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And maybe that's the attraction
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that you're as self-absorbed as me
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You jumped to the conclusion and landed on my chest
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Now how am I supposed to make you see
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IĄŻll just write this down with hopes that you'll understand
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I will no longer be disciplined by the frustrations of an insecure man
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And while I kissed your face you'll know that I will no longer apologize for your former lovers' mistakes
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My past is mine to keep
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Now who are you to question me
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Perhaps, someday you'll learn
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too bad it's not our turn
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You jumped to the conclusion and landed on my chest
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Now how am I supposed to make you see
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I'll just write this down with hopes that you'll understand
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I will no longer be disciplined by the frustrations of an insecure man
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And while I kissed your face you'll know that I will no longer apologize for your former lovers' mistakes
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You set the standard for my future
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You set the standard for my future (lovers)
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You set the standard for my future
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You set the standard for my future (lovers) x4
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You set the standard
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I'll just write this down with hopes that you'll understand
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I can no longer be disciplined by the frustrations of an insecure man
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And as I kiss your face you'll know that I will no longer apologize for you former lovers mistakes
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I will write this down
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Former lovers' mistakes
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Our Battles
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| Maria Mena |
