| «You don’t get on with people,
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| And you don’t think anyone could love you.
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| You don’t think much of anyone anyways»
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| There’s a sadness in your eyes.
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| You didn’t used to look like that.
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| You don’t do much of smiling nowadays.
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| Don’t be home for supper.
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| Don’t be home for christmas.
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| Don’t come home its over,
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| Please don’t call or write.
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| You don’t think that Jesus ever could forgive you.
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| You dont believe a sinner ever can be saved.
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| There’s a longing in your eyes,
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| Like a dog about to be put down.
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| You don’t like to think about those types of things.
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| Don’t be home for supper.
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| Don’t be home for christmas.
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| Don’t come home its over,
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| Please don’t call or write.
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| You’ve been so lovely,
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| On the worst of days.
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| I’ve been so horrid,
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| In so many different ways.
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| I’d say leave me here to wallow, and drink away my days.
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| You’ve been so kind,
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| Such a loving friend.
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| I’ve been so drunk,
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| So awfully God damned mean.
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| You say God broke the mold then threw it away after she made me.
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| You’ve always been there,
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| Endured my fits.
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| I’ve been so cruel.
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| Such a piece of shit.
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| It’s only fitting, it would end this way.
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| Yeah, it’s only fitting we’d end this way. |