| This is a story of burning bridges
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| and allowing time to pass
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| this is a story of forgiveness
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| and breaking things in my hands
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| this is a story of understanding
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| you can’t choose who you love
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| and this is a story of soft skin
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| and rats in the walls
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| well you can’t just pass along
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| the pain that comes around
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| you’ll go dizzy until you fall
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| and I know you didn’t mean to let me down
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| but you let me down so hard
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| this is a story of loaded glances
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| and leaning in too far
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| this is a story of vague advances
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| and confessions in smoky bars
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| so now I am walking down the sidewalk
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| and I am singing to myself
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| and I’m going to leave it all behind me now
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| 'cause I don’t need this,
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| I just don’t need this
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| and you can’t…
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| these memories are talking and talking
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| and I’ll do anything to shut 'em up
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| I’ve got the pillow over my head
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| but they won’t stop
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| no, no they won’t stop
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| some fantasies are never meant to be realized at all
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| and some regrets could be prevented
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| if you read the writing on the wall
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| oh and sometimes you say «you know nothing can happen»
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| and then she leans over and lifts off your glasses
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| and the next thing you know you’re just tangled and guilty
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| and you’ve got a head full of liquor and perfume
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| oh and when did you leave me and when did you find her
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| and tell me is this just what you wanted… |