| It feels good to say I’m done with you
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| Done with empty prose and verse
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| We learn our lines so well it seems
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| But forgot them to rehearse
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| It feels good to say I’m over you
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| And mean it more and more each time
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| Lock my secrets behind open doors
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| ‘Cause without you I’ll do just fine
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| I’ll do just fine
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| So I’ll rest my head 'cause I’m finished now
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| Go to bed because I’m done
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| So many days, so many ways I could’ve said to you
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| Oh, boy, I’m done
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| I was tired of fighting how I felt
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| I lost a battle here and there
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| So I stocked my weapons to begin again
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| Love and war are never fair
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| Your sharpened arrows pierce my heavy heart
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| And carry on to bleed me dry
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| But at least for now I have nothing left for you
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| And I don’t even have to try, have to try
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| So I’ll rest my head 'cause I’m finished now
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| Go to bed because I’m done
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| So many days, so many ways I could’ve said to you
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| Oh, boy, I’m done
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| And it’s so long now
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| And I have figured out
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| That I’m not stronger with than without
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| And I know my time’s
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| Been wasted on your mind
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| It’s never thrown away but to rewind
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| So I’ll rest my head 'cause I’m finished now
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| Go to bed because I’m done
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| So many days, so many ways I could’ve said to you
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| Oh, boy, I’m done |