| Tomorrow he’s such a deceiver
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| A prophet to all blind-fold believers
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| You thought that his cheat could never fail
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| You thought that his cheat would never grow stale
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| Misery she is your favorite whore
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| She’s licking your wounds while you beg for more
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| I’m done with playing games, done taking the blame
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| This is war
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| Who are you to assume the last words belong to you?
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| Who are you to confuse affection with abuse?
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| Who are you to accuse me for mistakes that you do?
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| Away
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| Closure
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| This is the end
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| You complain you gave, you gave, and you gave
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| But it ain’t consistent to mime the slave
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| My apology’s what you wanna hear
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| My submissive sorry for all those years
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| Your pound of nothing’s all you shall have
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| The last drops of wine, my cigarette ash
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| Yours too this last day, yours too what remains
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| Don’t look away
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| Who are you to assume the last words belong to you?
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| Who are you to confuse affection with abuse?
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| Who are you to accuse me for mistakes that you do?
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| Away
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| The moons decay, the suns decline
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| Still water never turns to wine
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| Loved like a madman, loved so blind
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| Possessed another’s mind
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| Got red with rage and pale with lust
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| Beauty withers along with trust
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| Life ever changes cause it must
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| Cut with the contempt cause this is the end
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| Stop to pretend cause this is the end
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| Again and again till you comprehend
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| Listen my friend, cut with the contempt and stop to pretend cause this is the
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| end
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| Who are you to assume the last words belong to you?
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| Who are you to confuse affection with abuse?
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| Who are you to accuse me for mistakes that you do?
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| Away |