| What is there left to show for all the wasted years you’ve taken from me
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| When the memory of your smile makes my head turn the other way
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| And what is there left to say after all the hollow things you’ve said to me
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| When just thinking about your touch leaves today feeling so empty
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| Every smile was a waste, wasted on your love
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| Every smile was a waste, wasted on your love
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| You think you’re blood to me and I think you’re fucking wrong
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| Cause you crossed the line one last time
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| So I’m going through you if I can’t get over you
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| I’m getting over you the only way I know how
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| Over you
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| You think you’re blood to me and I think you’re fucking wrong
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| Cause you crossed the line one last time
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| So I’m going through you if I can’t get over you
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| I’m getting over you the only way I know how
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| Over you…
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| Every smile was a waste, wasted on your love
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| Every smile was a waste, wasted on your love
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| I’m getting over you the only way I know how
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| Over you
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| Every smile was a waste, wasted on your love
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| Every smile was a waste, wasted on your love
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| I’m getting over you the only way I know how
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| Over you…
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| You crossed the line from enemy
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| To casualty the day you disrespected me
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| You crossed the line from enemy
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| To casualty the day you disrespected me
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| You crossed the line from enemy
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| To casualty the day you disrespected me |