I love you
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In a promise
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Open and always in every situation
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No rhyme or reason
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The reason she¡¯s leaving need not be given
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For she¡¯s given more than any should
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Given a lifetime
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Given more than any should
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Love
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What a premise
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Come one
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Come all
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Come again
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Fellow ladies and gentlemen
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I need your utmost attention
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You wanted the story on how the story begins
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But I tell you matter not with the beginning
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But rather with the ending
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For the end will set the story
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The story of a young man
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A nice working lad
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Trying to get back what he never really had
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He was waiting on his tax return
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Taxes aside
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Money couldn¡¯t save his life
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He was hopeless
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And left to die
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All alone in the darkest of basements
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In the blink of an eye
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He went down
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He was hopeless..
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Girl you know its true
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I once held care for you
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But that lies neither here nor there but with the wind
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Cause I tried so fucking hard to help you
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Drop your guard
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Just to build it higher than mountains in the end
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He lashed out in denial and slander
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She was always a bitch
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Pussy¡¯s always pussy
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No matter what the label
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Every meat will have its grade
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And I¡¯m lost in the meaning of my own words
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You reaffirmed what it meant to feel abandonment
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And yet you flood the banks of my establishment
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And I¡¯ve been thinking this relationship over
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Over and over, its clear to me now there¡¯s no us and we¡¯re over
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Hold the banks with what life you have left
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Hold the banks with your lives
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He lashed out in denial and uncouth words
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What is denial?
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I¡¯m not in denial
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This is denial
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This is slander
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She was always a bitch
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Pussy¡¯s always pussy
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No matter what the label
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Every meat will have its grade
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She was always a bitch
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Fuck it
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It may be wrong but it's my only way of dealing with it
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I¡¯ll say what I want
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Until the cow comes home
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She¡¯s never coming back..
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She¡¯s gone
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And now he¡¯s looking for something
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Real
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Alive
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Breathing
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And now he¡¯s starving for someone
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And now he¡¯s dying to find himself
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He¡¯s in the field and yet the cow will never follow him home
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And he¡¯ll say what he wants
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Because she¡¯s never coming back..
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And I¡¯m heading home
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80's Love Song
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Scapegoat |