| This won’t be the last you hear from me
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| It’s just the start
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| I hope that he keeps you up for weeks
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| Like you did to me
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| I will hold a candle up to you
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| To singe your skin
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| Brace yourself, I’m bent with bitterness
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| And can’t foresee
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| When your apologies fail to ring true
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| So slick with that sarcastic slew
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| Of phrases like, «I thought you knew»
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| While keeping me in hot pursuit
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| Tracing the plot finds
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| Skin touching skin
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| Absence follows
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| In the end, I win every time
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| As ink remains
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| Sour tastes prevail as you play back
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| The tape machine
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| When your apologies fail to ring true
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| So slick with that sarcastic slew
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| Of phrases like, «I thought you knew»
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| While keeping me in such hot pursuit
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| Tracing the plot finds
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| Skin touching skin
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| Absence follows |