| My mind says no, but the flesh is too weak
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| I could have left and walked away, but I’m afraid I’m not that strong
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| Where should we start?
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| How about from the end?
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| Why not leave?
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| No, after all I just want you to feel the same…
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| Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away
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| But if you fail to use them all, I’m there and I’m willing to stay
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| You built me an early grave, and part of me had died
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| I buried you inside of my heart, next to our weeping willow tree
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| Search hard and you might find this endless guilt that rapes your mind
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| You should have just walked away; |
| I’m glad I’m not that strong
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| Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away
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| But if you fail to use them all, I’m there and I’m willing to stay
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| Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away
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| But if you fail to use them all, I’m there and I’m willing to stay |