| How do you find the guy around here
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| I’ve already sped through a year
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| I’ve already tried all the campus bars at night
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| And even cried alone at the diner
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| Somewhere there’s a prince
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| And he likes to strike me down
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| I know I’m not the reason
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| I’m just the one he found
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| And all these other cowards
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| They’re not hard to boss around
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| You just get them in your arms
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| And you hold them 'til they drown
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| I walked back to the cottage with no hand around my wrist
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| When I heard the sound of vodka bottles breaking
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| I went out to the clearing, he was standing with a fist
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| But I couldn’t see the face that he was making
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| He said «Make me some dinner»
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| I said «I thought you’d never ask»
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| He was standing in my kitchen
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| I was filling up his glass
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| He finally started screaming
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| And pointing to the bed
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| He wanted me to kill him
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| But I took his life instead
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| Ugly moments strung together
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| And the poor guy couldn’t even find his temper
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| And he could no longer make me cry
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| I guess the boss inside of him died
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| I guess the boss inside of him died
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| I guess the boss inside of him died |