| Wretched, look at me, I’ve lost it, melting on the table
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| In parking lots and markets
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| I cant help it, I love you like a starfish loves the salty water
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| Like a selfish daughter
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| Yet I wrote the words to the swan song
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| The author of the wrong
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| And I said what I said and I meant it But now I regret it Foolish, how was I so careless
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| Pawning off my treasure, the envy of an heiress
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| Now my dollars are crumbled in my pocket
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| How can I reclaim it?
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| What if someone’s got it?
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| When I wrote the words to the swan song
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| The author of the wrong
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| And I said what I said and I meant it But now I regret it How could the world have turned so ugly
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| I am dying
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| Could you touch me again?
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| Touch me again
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| When I wrote the words to the swan song
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| The author of the wrong
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| And I said what I said and I meant it But now I regret it |