| Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
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| Countin' my footsteps
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| Prayin' the floor won’t fall through, again
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| My mother accused me of losing my mind
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| But I swore I was fine
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| You paint me a blue sky
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| Then go back and turn it to rain
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| And I lived in your chess game
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| But you changed the rules everyday
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| Wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
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| Well I stopped pickin' up and this song is to let you know why
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| Dear John, I see it all now that you’re gone
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| Don’t you think I was too young to be messed with
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| The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
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| I should’ve known
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| Well maybe it’s me
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| And my blind optimism to blame
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| Or maybe it’s you and your sick need
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| To give love and take it away
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| And you’ll add my name to your long list of traitors who don’t understand
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| And I look back in regret how I ignored when they said
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| «Run as fast as you can»
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| Dear John, I see it all now that you’re gone
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| Don’t you think I was too young to be messed with
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| The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
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| Dear John, I see it all now, it was wrong
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| Don’t you think nineteen’s too young
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| To be played by your dark, twisted games
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| When I loved you so?
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| I should’ve known
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| And you are an expert at sorry
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| And keeping lines blurry
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| Never impressed by me acing your tests
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| All the girls that you’ve run dry have tired lifeless eyes
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| 'Cause you burned them out
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| But I took your matches before fire could catch me
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| So don’t look now
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| I’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Dear John, I see it all now that you’re gone
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| Don’t you think I was too young to be messed with
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| The girl in the dress wrote you a song
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| You should’ve known |