| Who do you think you’re talkin' to.
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| You know me, and I know you.
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| Your silence and your stony face,
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| You don’t have the ground to waste.
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| Your love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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| What can we say when all is said?
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| A house divided cannot stand.
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| Your head and heart and chary gaze,
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| Life is just too short to waste.
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| Your love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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| I’ve paid for you and you don’t seem to mind.
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| I’m bending over backwards; |
| you’re not satisfied.
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| What more can I offer, to leave 'pon the alter?
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| Love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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| What can we do when all is done?
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| Your life’s not the only one.
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| Just take a look beyond yourself,
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| The reason of your private hell:
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| Your love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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| I’ve paid for you and you don’t seem to mind.
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| I’m bending over backwards; |
| you’re not satisfied.
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| What more can I offer, to leave 'pon the alter?
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| Love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you. |