| You won’t see me hanging around like a long lost friend
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| With my ear glued to some pay phone calling you up again
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| Cause I’ve had all of the one last times
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| I’ll crawl in or out that door
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| And this pointing finger’s all crooked and worn
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| And it won’t shift the blame no more
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| We’re out of pictures to hide the fist holes
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| Covering this bedroom wall
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| And I’m out of whiskey and I’m so out of touch
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| That I don’t give a damn at all
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| And I’m not sure when our love went south
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| But it left a long time ago
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| And left us stranded like a dog in the rain
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| And we keep diggin up old bones
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| Oh the words we’ve tossed around
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| Like a leaf in a storm
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| Until we broke each others hearts so bad
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| That we can’t hurt anymore
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| And what a low down crying shame
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| The walls we build around our souls
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| Just to protect ourselves from the one’s we love
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| So we can’t hurt anymore
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| Oh the words we’ve tossed around
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| Like a leaf in a storm
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| Until we broke each others hearts so bad
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| That we can’t hurt anymore
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| And what a low down crying shame
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| The walls we build around our souls
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| Just to protect ourselves from the one’s we love
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| So we can’t hurt anymore |