| I have heard, it’s the word on the street
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| That you’re coming back, you’re coming back to see
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| What you left behind and who you ran from
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| What you thought not worth fighting for
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| Some have said that the seasons changed you
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| Have the many moons affected you
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| Mysteriously, as a man, or has a good woman taught you finally
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| Now who’d you leave behind, this time
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| Who’d you leave behind — crying into her pillow
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| Now who’d you leave behind
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| I know you don’t like the facts
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| Well that’s just too bad
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| Believe me when i say I’m not trying to make you mad
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| You’ve got some karmic deficit, talk to me once you’ve settled it
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| Before that you’re only going to make me mad
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| Anyway Im out of here, in case the message ain’t crystal clear
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| To atone you’ve got to go it alone
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| Don’t sit with your conscience, I’m sure you had one once
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| Whats the body count this time round
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| Now who’d you leave behind
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| Who’d you leave behind, this time
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| Who’d you leave behind
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| Crying into her pillow
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| Go on then face the facts, it’s not looking so bad
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| I’m sure you can handle it
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| Your skin has always proven thick
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| Like water off a ducks back
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| Has someone really changed that
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| My question stands though
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| Who’d you leave behind, this time
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| Now who’d you leave behind, this time
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| Who’d you leave behind
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| Crying into her pillow |