| You spewed from your grovelling mouth
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| Now maybe it’s my little finger
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| That’s pointing at your fruitless shouts
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| Trust’s not a word but a passion, my friend
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| And passion you don’t understand
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| So spare us the lies, let’s just say our goodbyes
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| No never to speak, not again
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| I did what I did for the best
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| I’ve nothing to give, nothing’s left
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| I did what I did
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| Now there’s nothing to give
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| There’s nothing left
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| I may drink to the point that I’m sober
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| While throwing my arms 'round the world
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| Kissing the voice of the angels
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| While you’re all curled up in your home
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| Spinning a web so deceitful
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| And poisoning all that we made
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| So spare us the lies, let’s just say our goodbyes
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| No never to speak, not again
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| I did what I did for the best
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| I’ve nothing to give, nothing’s left
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| I did what I did
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| Now there’s nothing to give
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| There’s nothing left for you
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| There’s nothing to win or lose
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| The silence you hear out loud
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| Is choking the voice I found
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| You took, now you want much more
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| So turn around, there’s the door
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| Your presence now makes no sense
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| 'Cause there’s nothing left
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| There’s nothing left
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| Nothing
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| Oh, trust’s not a word but a passion, my friend
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| And passion you don’t understand
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| So spare us the lies, let’s just say our goodbyes
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| No never to speak, not again
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| I did what I did for the best
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| I’ve nothing to give, nothing’s left
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| I did what I did
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| Now there’s nothing to give
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| There’s nothing left
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| There’s nothing left
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| There’s nothing
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| There’s nothing left
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| There’s nothing left |