| It’s complicated
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| Technically I’m certified
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| A walking declaration
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| Of everything I couldn’t get right
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| Time is just an anchor
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| But 7 years I think I’m right
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| Now you’ve changed your number
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| It’s like a noose around my life
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| Every pill I took in vain
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| Every meal for you I made
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| Every penny I put away
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| Asking for flowers
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| Is like asking you to be nice
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| Don’t tell me you’re too tired
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| 10 years I’ve been working nights
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| My life is like a picture left
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| Out too long in the sun
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| Now I’m trying to remember all
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| The faces of the names i’ve loved
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| And all that’s left of me now is A cigarette burning bright
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| And a fading memory of all the things
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| I tried to get right
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| Every pill I took in vain
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| Every meal for you I made
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| Every penny I put away
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| Asking for flowers
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| Is like asking you to be nice
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| Don’t tell me you’re too tired
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| 10 years I’ve been working nights
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| Every pill I took in vain
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| Every meal for you I made
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| Every bill I went and paid
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| Every card I signed my name
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| Every time I poured my heart out
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| Every threat you made to move out
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| Every cruel word you let just slip out
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| Every cruel word you let just slip out |