| I should thank you almost
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| No one could kill it off until you bled it
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| But I got rid of that ghost
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| Though certain habits still remain embedded
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| With the shadow of a doubt
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| But, baby, it was you who fed it
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| And I don’t know what else to say
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| But I think you get it
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| I should’ve known
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| It was coming down to this
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| I should’ve known
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| You would betray me but without the kiss
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| I should’ve known
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| The kind of set-up it is
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| And always isn’t always
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| When it’s not your photograph that I’ve been keeping
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| But you still live in those days
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| When I’d stay awake just to watch you sleeping
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| You delivered that blow
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| But it left a mark on me that you’re not seeing
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| And I don’t know what else you hear
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| But it’s not me weeping
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| I should’ve known
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| It was coming down to this
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| I should’ve known
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| You would betray me but without the kiss
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| I should’ve known
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| The kind of set-up it is
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| I should’ve seen the cracks in the ceiling
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| And the mirror covered up with dust
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| But I was busy talking on the phone
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| I should’ve seen the obstacles but I said
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| This house was built for us
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| Hello, is anybody home?
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| I should’ve known
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| The minute that we hit the wall
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| I should’ve known
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| The writing was upon the stall
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| I should’ve known
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| 'Cause Rome was starting to fall
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| And I should thank you, almost |