| With this right of passage, cruel twist of fate, with every turn of every card
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| I never see
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| Until it’s too late, the deed is done and leaves me wondering just where our
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| love has gone
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| I cannot say in honest truth that I still trust all my feelings for you
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| You knew that it was wrong
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| You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright
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| Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time
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| And you’ll start to see the light
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| Living with you is like being parked on double yellow lines waiting to be towed
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| away
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| I’ll pay the fines and I’ll be back, but I’m running out of reasons to stay
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| You knew that it was wrong
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| You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright
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| Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time
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| And you’ll start to see the light
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| You knew that it was wrong
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| You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright
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| Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time
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| And you’ll start to see the light
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| With this right of passage I reclaim my heart
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| I take my leave, as if on cue, I play no further part
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| In your self-penned dramas
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| Where each stolen kiss
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| Just goes to prove that happy endings don’t exist
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| Dick, Simmonds. |
| 1998 Fishy Music Ltd |