| It’s so funny, you don’t call at night, always missing in action
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| I’m left out in the cold and you’d never have thought I was thinking
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| Turning it over
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| Putting the pieces in place and building a case for my anger
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| I’m taking it in, I’m taking my time in taking you out, 'cause it’ll be a long
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| cold day in Hell before I take you back
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| So tired of your lying, I can’t sleep at night
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| I’ll accept what I’m told, take what I’m sold
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| There’s no question to ask
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| To sort out the answers
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| To prove who is wrong or who is right
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| But I know in my heart that we’re breaking apart
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| If we admit to the truth
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| Pretend it’s all been an act
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| As a matter of fact
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| It’ll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m sailing on a dreamboat on wild and heavy seas
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| I was cast adrift or fallen overboard, I catch my breath and head for shore
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| I turn around, the ship sails on
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| This ship sails on
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| Funny, you don’t call at night, always missing in action
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| I’m left out in the cold and you’d never have thought I was thinking
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| I was thinking
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| Still thinking
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| Still thinking
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| Said I was, said I was
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| So tired of your lying, I can’t sleep at night
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| I’ll accept what I’m told, take what I’m sold
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| There’s no question to ask
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| To sort out the answers
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| To prove who is wrong or who is right
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| But I know in my heart that we’re breaking apart
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| If we admit to the truth
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| Pretend it’s all been an act
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| As a matter of fact
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| It’ll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back
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| And I still remember sailing on that dreamboat on starlit mirrored seas
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| I hold my breath and I gaze from shore from this empty beach and this pile of
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| clothes
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| I hit the water, the ship sails on
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| I hit the water, the ship sails on
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| I hit the water, the ship sails on
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| I hit the water, the ship sails on |