| At the table we’re polite
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| I make a joke but it falls flat
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| Silence falls where laughter daily used to flow
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| Your job is fine, your friends are cool
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| You will make me work for you
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| Bitter medicine is exactly what I need
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| For I know, I left you bruised
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| But when I catch your old perfume
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| It takes me back to nights of passion in your room
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| You’ve made an effort with your hair
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| It’s not for me, I do not dare
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| To think that I’m the one you dress for anymore
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| Slow down
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| You don’t care to remember
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| Slow down
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| You mean to pay me dust?
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| When I caught your eye
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| I could tell the flame was
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| Far from gone
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| Am I wrong?
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| (Yeah)
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| And you called me up this morning
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| Well, your voice is like a knife
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| I must like the way it hurts me every time
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| Please forgive me if it seems
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| Like I’m trying to conceal
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| What is happening to us or how I feel
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| I think I’m angry and I’m sad
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| I kept your T-shirt and your cap
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| All this evidence is surely looking bad
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| Well do you think about me still?
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| Are you happy and fulfilled?
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| Will I always have a cut that doesn’t heal?
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| Slow down
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| You don’t care to remember
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| Slow down
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| You mean to pay me dust?
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| When I caught your eye
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| I could tell the flame was
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| Far from gone
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| Am I wrong? |