| …Rather than having you get upset
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| With stabs and indirects exacting some sick revenge
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| Let’s let this end with nothing flat to bash your head against
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| Listen I lack the interest and passion I had for intimacy
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| It is sad yes but who’s mastered the craft of splitting yet?
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| My feelings left and set me trapped within imprisonment
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| A little bit I will regret that at last we’ll have finished this
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| But this is really it, I’m serious, our paths are different
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| I won’t have a care on my mind
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| If you’d just stay out my hair then I’d be fine you see
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| Please do not be scared to change your life
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| Just wipe away your tears and close your eyes to me
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| …When it rains it’ll pour
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| I may have claimed you «baby» before but I’m making a call
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| And I really can’t be your acquaintance at all
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| Because once you know that other folk will ¬¬¬jump my bones you’ll be aching
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| and sore
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| But stop shaking, what you painicking (panicking) for?
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| On upwards note in a month or so you’ll come to own a greater strength to endure
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| So for all the pain in your heart you should know the blame isn’t yours
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| You hit the nail along but it’s not the same anymore (it's not the same anymore)
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| I won’t have a care on my mind
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| If you’d just stay out my hair then I’d be fine you see
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| Please do not be scared to change your life
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| Just wipe away your tears and close your eyes to me
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| And I can’t expect you not to cry for this
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| But while you wet your retina and irises your vision’s cloudiest
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| Wha’d you think it lies when men said love is blind? |
| ‘cause cognitively
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| It disrupts the mind and tends to affect your judgment powerfully
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| But fortunately such is the suffering a flower lives
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| When it’s deprived of water and heat for survival in a vase and withers
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| Dying for acknowledgment, though you’ll be fine my promises
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| But none apologies, try and be strong, let’s get on with it |