| I felt so dark at the weekend
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| Dark and restricted
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| Time was just a different place
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| My skin was so dry
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| I noticed your smile
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| And tried to ignore your face
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| But it seemed so pointless
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| One of my best friends
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| «Why would you leave me?»
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| On my mind
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| I couldn’t stand up though I’ve never been down honey
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| Now every party’s at the door
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| And I just pretend I am partly dead
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| All the words were said
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| All the lines seem straight
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| I’ve been around for a while
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| I should know now
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| That this is not the way
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| 'Cause I’m not the victim
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| And I used to dream big
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| Pictures and shemes where did you go?
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| I didn’t mean to I know you didn’t too honey
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| Now everybody’s at the door
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| I was so weak 'till you found me
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| Weak till you got me, weak till you got me, oh
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| I used to beg every minute, say you don’t mean it
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| Weak till you got me oh
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| I wasn’t fedI felt so dark at the weekend
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| Dark and restricted
|
| Time was just a different place
|
| My skin was so dry
|
| I noticed your smile
|
| And tried to ignore your face
|
| But it seemed so pointless
|
| One of my best friends
|
| «Why would you leave me?»
|
| On my mind
|
| I couldn’t stand up though I’ve never been down honey
|
| Now every party’s at the door
|
| And I just pretend I am partly dead
|
| All the words were said
|
| All the lines seem straight
|
| I’ve been around for a while
|
| I should know now
|
| That this is not the way
|
| 'Cause I’m not the victim
|
| And I used to dream big
|
| Pictures and shemes where did you go?
|
| I didn’t mean to I know you didn’t too honey
|
| Now everybody’s at the door
|
| I was so weak 'till you found me
|
| Weak till you got me, weak till you got me, oh
|
| I used to beg every minute, say you don’t mean it
|
| Weak till you got me oh
|
| I wasn’t fedI felt so dark at the weekend
|
| Dark and restricted
|
| Time was just a different place
|
| My skin was so dry
|
| I noticed your smile
|
| And tried to ignore your face
|
| But it seemed so pointless
|
| One of my best friends
|
| «Why would you leave me?»
|
| On my mind
|
| I couldn’t stand up though I’ve never been down honey
|
| Now every party’s at the door
|
| And I just pretend I am partly dead
|
| All the words were said
|
| All the lines seem straight
|
| I’ve been around for a while
|
| I should know now
|
| That this is not the way
|
| 'Cause I’m not the victim
|
| And I used to dream big
|
| Pictures and shemes where did you go?
|
| I didn’t mean to I know you didn’t too honey
|
| Now everybody’s at the door
|
| I was so weak 'till you found me
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| Weak till you got me, weak till you got me, oh
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| I used to beg every minute, say you don’t mean it
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| Weak till you got me oh
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| I wasn’t fed |