| Fourteen years and counting, and bolder every day
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| She spends her hours reading, and hides herself away
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| She sits there with those headphones on and fills her life with Grace
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| And Alice is her holy grail
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| No she’ll never let go of her lover
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| She will never let go of her friend
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| She’ll never get over Alice
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| And the hurt may never mend
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| Oh she’ll never stop living stories
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| But the pages blind her view
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| So maybe she just wasn’t watching
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| When Alice found someone new
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| A glass of wine for breakfast
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| An early end to the day
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| She hears familiar footsteps
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| And looks the other way
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| She hasn’t swapped a word with her since that day in June
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| A fleeting glance will have to do
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| No she’ll never let go of her lover
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| She will never let go of her friend
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| She’ll never get over Alice
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| And the hurt may never mend
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| Oh she’ll never stop living stories
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| But the pages blind her view
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| So maybe she just wasn’t watching
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| When Alice found someone new
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| So give me one good reason why she shouldn’t just give up now
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| (for all the good it can do)
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| Give me one good reason why she shouldn’t just give up now
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| Cos sometimes making the effort just brings you down
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| Sometimes making the effort just brings you down
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| Brings you down
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| No she’ll never let go of her lover
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| She will never let go of her friend
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| She’ll never get over Alice
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| And the hurt may never mend
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| Oh she’ll never stop living stories
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| But the pages blind her view
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| So maybe she just wasn’t watching
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| When Alice found someone new |