| She was a ricochet heading back at me
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| She was the full circle nightmare
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| Weaved into the thick of my dreams
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| At night, I toss and I turn
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| And I wake up without you at my side
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| These days
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| There’s a million ways a man can love a woman
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| But I can’t find one way with you
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| You’re the full circle nightmare
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| Making all these bad dreams come true
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| He was a dead lay
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| He was a dumb kid
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| He was a little less than what he likes to
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| What the hell would you do with it at all?
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| His picture’s perfect baby
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| But it’s hanging crooked there on your wall for show
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| And now you’ve got to live with every photo you wish you could let go
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| Too bad, the full circle nightmare
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| Never let you have what you had
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| But what’s a boy to do with such a whiplash woman?
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| I’ll never make it through to you in time, time
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| Oh, it was my last night
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| It was my last chance
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| It was a weary houseparty where I
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| Saw her spinning round in a dance alone
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| A flash of light hit me right in the eyes
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| Then she was gone so quick
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| And the people 'round the punch bowl
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| Made me feel so twisted and sick of you
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| You’re the full circle nightmare making all these bad dreams come true
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| But what’s a boy to do with such a whiplash woman?
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| I’ll never make it through to you in time
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| Time, time, time |