Go on, get out of here.
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You’ve got everything you came for.
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Warm arms, a warm bed to fall into
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when you can’t get what you did out of your head.
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Go on. You’ve made yourself clear.
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You’re no good for no one now.
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You put your selfish hands and your selfish tongue on my body,
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but we both know who your mind's on.
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I know you’re still dealing with her leaving.
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It’s a shame, but you’ve only yourself to blame.
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Go on. See if I care.
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Do whatever the fuck you want to.
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I’ll do the same, alright? OK.
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There’s no need to apologize for selling what you advertised.
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I know that you’re dealing with her leaving.
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It’s a shame, but you’ve only yourself to blame.
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You’re grieving for good reason she was great,
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but you’ve only yourself to blame.
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You’re still dealing with her leaving, it’s a shame,
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but you’ve only yourself to blame.
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You’re bleeding internally and you’re in pain,
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but you’ve only yourself to blame.
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So grab your things and go on, get out of here.
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I never asked to be nobody's nothing.
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Nobody's Nothing
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| Owen |
