Coming over to your house I see you waiting
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Turning over all the things I used to treasure
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Falling into something new and undetermined
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Not to worry, second best is not the end of life
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Burning bridges, empty words but not forgotten
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Empty fridges, dusty rooms and burning ashtrays
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Failing for you, taking every chance to prove it
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Got to worry see the things I cherish start to slip
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I don't know what you want me to be
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'cause you push me around till I can't even breathe
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I don't know what you are doing to me
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You have turned me into something ugly and cheap
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Indecision, tender words with hidden meanings
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Try to listen, tolling bells is all I'm hearing
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Count the hours till they fade and all's forgotten
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In the passion nothing seemed to matter at the time
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Second Best
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No Fun At All |