| Well the grass always looked green,
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| On the other side to him
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| And his conscience wasn’t clean
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| When he thought of where he’d been
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| He’s betrayed his only friend
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| And it ate him up inside
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| Was it really worth the pain
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| For the pleasure of that night?
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| He’s thrown it all away
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| Well he didn’t have to think too much,
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| He took the invitiation
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| And he promised he’d stay in touch
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| But he had no intention
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| And he never considered the guilt he’d feel
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| When the sun entered the sky
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| But as hindsight came around
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| It detached him from his pride
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| And he thought that he could cope alone without her
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| But there’s just something about her
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| Oh you’ve thrown it all away
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| And you won’t get no pity from her
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| And there’s no one else to blame
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| Oh you’ve poured it down the drain
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| And it’s not getting much easier
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| You’re the only one to blame
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| And all the time he’d spent with her
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| Has faded in the distance
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| Inebriation took its toll
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| And it had blurred his vision
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| If he could turn back time he gladly would
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| But he had no magic watch
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| And as hindsight came around
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| It had tied him up in knots
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| Well the grass wasn’t so green
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| On the other side for him…
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| He’s thrown it all away |