| It seems you wanna give me
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| Oh, a lifetime of security
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| Down on your dying knees
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| I watch you beg, I watch you plead
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| But your words come much too late
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| My love for you has turned to hate
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| 'Cause you’ve taken too much time
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| To show me that you’re mine
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| When I drop you, boy
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| You’ll need another toy
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| One that won’t stand up for herself
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| When I knock you down
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| You’ll need another town
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| Where somebody’s gonna talk to you
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| You just let me wait
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| Now it’s too late
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| For your delayed, delayed devotion
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| You try to convince me
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| Oh, about the possibilities
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| But I know that all your poetry
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| Just comes from insecurity
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| 'Cause your actions speak nothing no more
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| When it’s what I’ve been waiting for
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| 'Cause you’ve taken too much time
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| To show me that you’re mine
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| When I drop you, boy
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| You’ll need another toy
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| One that won’t stand up for herself
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| When I knock you down
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| You’ll need another town
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| Where somebody’s gonna talk to you
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| 'Cause you just let me wait
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| Now it’s too late
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| For your delayed devotion
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| You played me for a fool for too long
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| Blinded by your lies, I never saw your wrong
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| I’m no longer under your spell
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| Hear it in a song: You can go to Hell
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| When I drop you, boy
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| You’ll need another toy
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| One that won’t stand up for herself
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| When I knock you down
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| You’ll need another town
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| Where somebody’s gonna talk to you
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| You just let me wait
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| And now it’s too late
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| For your delayed, delayed devotion |