Honestly, relax my dear, it? clear that we are done.
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It doesn? take a scientist to figure out that one.
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It? obvious, the way you move, the way you hold your head,
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The way you hide your pretty eyes and shift across the bed.
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Honestly, I?l be fine, this isn? my first time.
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I?e taken blows before and every time I have survived.
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You made it clear you didn? care, you never did pretend,
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And in the end at least you never try to fuck my friends.
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Well honestly it doesn? matter, I know better than
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To cry over spilt milk, wasted effort, spoiled plans.
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We?e adults here so shed no tears, I? sure we can be friends.
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I?l nod and smile and watch you in the arms of other men.
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Well honestly, your honesty, it has emerged unscathed,
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And I hope you?e doing fine, because me, I? doing fucking great.
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And I wouldn? want to waste another second of your time br />
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I know my place, I know your face,
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So you hide yours and I?l keep to mine.
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You say ?orse things happen at sea
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I say ?orse things have happened to me
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Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor br />
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And we?e not going to talk anymore,
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We?e got nothing to talk for,
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And you?e got nothing to be sorry for.
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And I?e got no one to care for.
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This is the worst thing that? happened to me.
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I guess worse things happen at sea.
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Worse Things Happen At Sea
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| Frank Turner |
