| Was I farther from your conscience standing face to the wall
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| I suspected there was something that you weren’t telling me
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| And last night I learned the reason for it all
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| I was looking through your window saw you kissing someone else
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| You reached up and turned my picture slowly face to the wall
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| Face to the wall so you wouldn’t have to see anything at all to make you think
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| of me
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| Did the cheapness of the moment make you feel ashamed and small
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| Was I farther from your conscience standing face to the wall
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| Alone out in the darkness were the eyes that worshipped you
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| As you cheated me I watched my idle fall
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| With your arms around another and his lips where mine should be
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| Then I saw you turned my picture slowly face to the wall
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| Face to the wall… |