| Who is she to say you carnt be trusted?
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| And come to think of it, how does she know?
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| Her doubt is just her faith in disappointment
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| She can’t be blamed if she decides to go
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| Her dignity is what makes her an angel
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| You know she needs it more than she needs you
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| It doesn’t pay to take these things for granted
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| Something which you always seem to do
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| You always seem to do
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| But she just wants to spend some time with you
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| Just a minute, or just a moment
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| Just long enough to throw one clean punch
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| Now you’ve reached the point where she sees through you
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| Your low-esteem and lack of self-control
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| Everything she had she handed to you
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| And what she didn’t give you, you stole
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| You couldn’t have so you stole
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| Sometimes I stop to question it all
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| Must I look at the stars and live in the dirt?
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| When all I have to show for my doubt is a blow to the lip
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| And some blood on my shirt |