| I cannot bite my tongue tonight
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| You’re the reason I’m sick inside
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| You left me high and dry
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| And I will never know why
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| You packed your bags full of memories
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| To this day I cannot believe you could take
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| All we had, all we said
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| And just leave it for dead
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| So you better believe I’m still bitter
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| Oh how dare you just leave me this way
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| No I cannot erase what you left here
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| No I, cannot run, will not hide, one more day
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| You better believe I’m still jaded
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| So to hell with you and your stupid games
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| I’m so sick and tired of taking the high road
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| Oh my, what a shame, guess I’ll be, bitter right to the grave
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| All these photographs now are up in flames
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| But still I can’t kill the memory, your every word it haunts me
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| No matter how far I run, I still find myself coming undone
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| I’m coming undone
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| So you better believe I’m still bitter
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| Oh how dare you just leave me this way
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| No I cannot erase what you left here
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| No I, cannot run, will not hide, one more day
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| You better believe I’m still jaded
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| So to hell with you and your stupid games
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| I’m so sick and tired of taking the high road
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| Oh my, what a shame, guess I’ll be, bitter
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| No matter how much it hurts I just can’t let you go
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| I know you couldn’t care less but I need you to know
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| That I hate what you’ve made me, now there’s nothing to save
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| I’m so bitter, bitter, bitter
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| So you better believe I’m still bitter
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| Oh how dare you just leave me this way
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| No I cannot erase what you left here
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| What a shame, guess I’ll be, bitter
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| And you better believe I’m still jaded
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| So to hell with you and your stupid games
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| I’m so sick and tired of taking the high road
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| Oh my, what a shame, guess I’ll be, bitter right to the grave
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| Right to the grave
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| Right to the grave
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| What a shame, guess I’ll be, bitter right to the grave |