| Sorry, sorry, sorry for the things that I didn’t do
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| When you wanted me to and that I didn’t call
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| Maybe, maybe, maybe I was laughing
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| While you were looking down
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| Down at all your old familiar things
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| That won’t alter if you do nothing
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| This ain’t the first time that you knock on my door
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| And beg me to let you in once more
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| My doors are open, but I can’t help you at all
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| Your eyes are red, your lips are strained
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| You’re head is bleeding onto your chest
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| Again, again against the wall
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| Sorry, sorry, sorry for the things that I didn’t do
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| When you wanted me to and that I didn’t call
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| Maybe, maybe, maybe I was laughing
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| While you were looking down
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| Down at all your old familiar things
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| That won’t alter if you do nothing
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| He, she, it, but it’s never you who does it wrong
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| You, you you its never me and you’re the heart of it all
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| Your days pass by with the help of your sly smile
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| But in the night no one hears your silent cry
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| Sorry, sorry, sorry for the things that I didn’t do
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| When you wanted me to and that I didn’t call
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| Maybe, maybe, maybe I was laughing
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| While you were looking down
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| Down at all your old familiar things
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| That won’t alter if you do nothing
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| The time will come when the winds are blowing strong
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| And when you fall from your cloud
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| I hope it won’t be loud, I hope it won’t be loud
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| Sorry for the things that I didn’t do
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| When you wanted me to and that I didn’t call |