| The ocean’s deep; |
| she knew that much before she had you
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| She’s gonna leave and never come back to you
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| She’ll watch you sleep and know she never satisfied you
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| You’re gonna weep before you grow, you got to know
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| She had to go and leave you alone
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| And in her heart, she’s gone and on and on and on and on
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| A deep, dark, homeless ocean, sink her to the bottom
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| When she goes, she hopes you meet a woman
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| Who will fill those holes that she shot straight through you
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| But until then you’ll go it alone
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| You may say you can take it when they break your suffering heart
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| And they seem to believe it when you say you’re holding strong
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| I guess that’s what they call moving on
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| And while he sleeps, he knows he’s gonna have to wake up
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| She will have left him and, day after day, oh
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| He will pray, he’ll plead, he’ll dream
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| He’ll clench his little fingers around his blanket made of fleece
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| Because he knows that he’ll wake up alone
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| And in his heart is misery
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| And on and on so endlessly
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| When he goes, he hopes and hopes to meet
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| A woman to fill those holes that she shot straight through him
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| And left him alone
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| And on and on, sinking to the bottom
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| Oh yeah, moving on |