| Usually blows like this leave a mark
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| So I can remember
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| Leave me safe so I won’t embark
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| On some new adventure
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| You will miss having coffee warm
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| Clean sheets on the bed
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| I won’t miss feeling overtired
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| From the things you’ve said
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| And I won’t be the one
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| To break the spell
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| I won’t be the one
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| Who lives to tell the tale
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| Oh what damage the light has done
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| Just look at my face
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| Crows' feet, laugh lines, do all to prove you
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| Won’t be leaving without leaving a trace
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| I will miss the smell of your cigarettes
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| though I bet I still could
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| Fading vapors of my regret
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| I’ll hope that you’ve understood
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| And I won’t be the one
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| To break the spell
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| I won’t be the one
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| Who lives to tell the tale
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| One day I’ll wake up fresh and new
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| Into a dream I will wake
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| Make myself a big breakfast, then
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| pack my things, run away
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| Who of us will be wanting then
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| That so much of us cry?
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| Who of us will be found neglected,
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| and without which, the other will die?
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| And I will be the one
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| To break the spell
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| I will be the one
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| Who lives to tell the tale
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| And I will be the one
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| To break the spell
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| I will be the one
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| Who lives to tell the taleJ
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| You know I will live to tell the tale
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| You know I will live to tell the tale |