| It’s worth its weight in gold
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| And no one has to know
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| I try not to complain
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| But I do it anyway
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| Anyway, anyway, anyway
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| So start me off in the beginning
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| You always said it was so bittersweet
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| How the feeling rushed from your head
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| And when I swept you off your feet
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| So hold your heavy groan
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| You always piss and moan
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| You try not to complain
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| But you do it anyway
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| Wake up, wake up I am at your door
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| And I’m not trying to fight anymore
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| Smoke and lace
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| There are things I can’t remember, they’ve become so commonplace
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| Smoke and lace
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| Take me back to the room that you used to rent
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| Where every wall was lined with discontent
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| So hold me close to your chest
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| And make sure everyone you meet from this point on knows that those years were
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| the best
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| I keep mine close to the others
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| Cause they come one after another
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| And I’m a selfish kind of lover
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| But you knew that anyway
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| Wake up, wake up I am at your door
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| And I’m not trying to fight anymore
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| Smoke and lace
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| There are things I can’t remember, they’ve become so commonplace
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| Smoke and lace
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| Take me back to the room that you used to rent
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| Where every wall was lined with discontent
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| And I keep the notes you wrote in a drawer in my room
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| I pull them out and read them
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| And I just don’t believe 'em
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| I hope you’re doing good
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| You did the best you could
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| Take what you want from me
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| I just need room to breathe
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| You’ve got all the space you’re needing
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| And all of this was so misleading
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| Smoke and lace
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| There are things I can’t remember, they’ve become so commonplace
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| Smoke and lace
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| Take me back to the room that you used to rent
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| Where every wall was lined with discontent |