| She sits alone in a crowded room
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| She says someday will get here soon
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| And when it does
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| Boy, I’m oughta here
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| She says I don’t remember love
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| But it must be cut above
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| From what’s going on around here
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| What is wrong with me?
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| I’m out of love
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| These are the dreams that scars are made of
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| Is it too much to ask to win just once?
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| Just once?
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| She says
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| X marks the spot
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| Where I used to feel
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| Baby it’s all right cuz it
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| Never heals
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| What is wrong with me?
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| I’m out of love
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| These are the dreams that scars are made of
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| Is it too much to ask to win just once?
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| Just once?
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| Isn’t wanting enough?
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| Isn’t wanting enough?
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| What is wrong with me?
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| I’m out of love
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| These are the dreams that scars are made of
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| Is it too much to ask?
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| Is it too much to ask? |