| I saw you standing there with someone new
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| It doesn’t matter, so they say
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| I’ve been hiding from the sun for seven days
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| Who could afford you, anyway?
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| I can’t stand the cold that you left behind
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| When you turned away to the other side
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| It’s seems our love went out
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| And it won’t come back the more I shout
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| …it's been so alone without you here, like a bird without the sun…
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| My man is coming down the stairs
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| With a bronze smile on his sunburned face
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| He says: ›it's time to make a choice son
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| But do not leave a fucking trace‹
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| I see your scratches in the door
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| And they say: try, c’mon try!
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| Those burning matches on the floor
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| Whisper: say goodbye!
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| I woke up at the sea shore
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| Is that blood dripping from my mouth?
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| She got me mocking at the cockbirds
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| With roaring waters to the south
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| I can’t stand the cold
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| That you left behind
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| When you turned away
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| To the other side
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| I saw them standing
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| I saw them standing there
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| I saw them standing
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| They’re fucking everywhere…
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| I can’t stand the cold that you left behind
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| When you turned away to the other side |