| I left without a sound
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| I didn’t turn my head
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| 'Cause I heard a story once
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| Looking back could leave you dead
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| So I crossed out every word
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| I buried all the clues
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| Tried to wash away who I was
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| But I couldn’t get rid of you
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| My body bears your bruise
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| Your spirit’s on my tongue
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| But my memory tells the truth
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| All I wanted was your love
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| God knows you make a mess of me
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| Your phrases and your fists
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| I give it everything I got
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| But mostly what I’ve got is this
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| So here’s the bloody mark
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| And here’s what never heals
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| Ain’t there something more?
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| This can’t be all that’s real
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| My body bears your bruise
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| Your spirit’s on my tongue
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| But my memory tells the truth
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| All I wanted was your love
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| All I wanted was your love
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| All I wanted was your love
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| All I wanted was your love
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| I try to fill the hole in vain
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| I never can replace
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| Everything you took away
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| Everything you never gave
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| Thanks anyway |