| If you don’t mind, can we not fight?
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| See your clothes woman in the night,
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| I’m sober, still alive,
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| Waste your days on your own,
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| Getting drunk, getting stoned,
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| I’m soba, still alone,
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| Must I always take a back seat?
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| Must I always be your clown?
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| Did you ever really love me?
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| Or were you always coming down?
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| See your face, see your eyes,
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| Shouldn’t have left, shouldn’t have lied,
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| I’m sober, still alive,
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| Must I always take a back seat?
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| Must I always be your clown?
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| Did you ever really love me?
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| Or were you always coming down?
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| Must I always take a back seat?
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| Must I always be your clown?
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| Did you ever really love me?
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| Or were you always coming down?
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| If you don’t mind we’ll not fight?
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| See your clothes woman in the night,
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| I’m soba, still its dark,
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| Wasted days on your own,
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| Getting drunk, getting stoned,
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| I’m sober, still alone,
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| Must I always take a back seat?
|
| Must I always be your clown?
|
| Did you ever really love me?
|
| Or were you always coming down?
|
| Must I always take a back seat?
|
| Must I always be your clown?
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| Did you ever really love me?
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| Or were you always coming down? |