| Who’s lonely now? |
| Which one of us is suffering?
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| Who’s in his cups? |
| Which one of us recovering?
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| Who likes to look at pictures and cries, but way too late?
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| Who doesn’t want to change a thing, accepting it was fate?
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| The wrong man was convicted
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| You know I did the deed
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| I thought that you would wait for me
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| Your wants I needn’t heed
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| The wrong man lies beside you
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| And waits for you to wake
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| And all because I lacked conviction
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| The judgment’s my mistake
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| Who’s breathless now? |
| Who only hyperventilates?
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| Who’d die for you? |
| Who’s dying inside anyway?
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| Which one of us is sunshine and which one’s growing dim?
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| When two men dream of you at night, do you just dream of him?
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| Who’s lonely now?
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| Who’s reaching out to no one?
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| Who’s lonely now?
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| It takes one to know one
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| I changed my mind; |
| you said that I could change it back
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| I wanted space, and now change has fallen through the cracks
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| If I’m again beside your body, don’t tell me where it’s been
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| It’s cruel, unusual punishment to kiss fingerprinted skin
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| It’s my mistake |