She's got a knack for hurting me,
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Is it the words she says.
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The only thing that keeps me here,
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Are her eyes in the morning.
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I've packed my things a thousand times, ooh.
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And I've faked believe all her lies, for the last time.
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The other day I drew myself a map,
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So I could figure out your head.
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The canvass dripped with my sweat, blood and tears.
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And she hated every thread.
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I've packed my things a thousand times, ooh.
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And I've faked believe all your lies, for the last time.
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Take it or leave it.
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Cause I'm really leaving.
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I've purchased my ticket to New York.
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First thing in the morning,
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Kissing you good morning,
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And whispering goodbye.
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Take it or leave it.
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Cause I'm really leaving.
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I've made up my mind this time
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There's no coming back for you
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Oh, there's no coming back for you.
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Told her no purse is more important,
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Than the knowledge in her head.
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She grabbed her shit just like a baby.
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I can't believe the words I said
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The only thing I ever see her read,
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Are those damn gossip magazines.
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They fill her head with all that nonsense, yeah
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So she can fit in with the scene
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I've packed my things a thousand times, ooh.
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And I've faked believe all her lies, for the last time.
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Take it or leave it.
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Cause I'm really leaving.
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I've purchased my ticket to New York.
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First thing in the morning,
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Kissing you good morning,
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And whispering goodbye.
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Take it or leave it.
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Cause I'm really leaving.
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I've made up my mind this time
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There's no coming back for you
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Oh, there's no coming back for you.
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And I always feel incomplete.
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She smothered herself with her own beauty.
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And she was born and raised as daddy's princes.
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But her gesture is no match for an heiress.
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Yea her gesture is no match for an heiress.
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Cause I try to love you, try to hold on to,
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The feeling that makes me fall for you.
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Oh, the feeling that makes me fall...
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Take it or leave it.
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Cause I'm really leaving.
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I've purchased my ticket to New York.
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First thing in the morning,
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Kissing you good morning,
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And whispering goodbye.
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Cause I try to love you, try to hold on to,
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The feeling that makes me fall for you.
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That makes me fall for you.
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Take it or leave it.
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Cause I'm really leaving.
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I've purchased my ticket to New York.
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First thing in the morning,
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Kissing you good morning,
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And whispering goodbye.
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Cause I try to love you, try to hold on to,
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The feeling that makes me fall for you.
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Oh, the feeling that makes me fall
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Makes me fall for you.
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Take It Or Leave It
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Sublime With Rome |