| He comes in and prepares to attack her for
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| All the feelings he perceives she’s lacking the
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| Floorboards crack with his lack of restraint so
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| Her black eyes they agree with this story say
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| Two black eyes they agree with this story say
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| Clouds are forming both inside and out as he
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| Arches shoulders and prepares to shout
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| Tears they fall on each side of the pane so
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| Jealous wrists that agree with this story his
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| Poignant fists they agree with this story her
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| Two black eyes they agree with this story say
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| Two black eyes they agree with this story when
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| Oh all of your Saturdays
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| Could end up in woe
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| You hide behind curtains
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| And fall between floor
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| Just look at what you’ve become
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| A victim of his broken love
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| Where tension and silence
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| Converge into violence
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| A victim of his token love
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| Where tension and silence
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| Converge into violence
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| She strikes out and prepares now to leave him for
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| All the summers of torment and treason her
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| Hands still shake as she approaches the door
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| Her blue eyes they depart from this story say
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| Two blue eyes play a part in this story say
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| Two black eyes they escape from this story say
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| A victim of his token love
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| Where tension and silence
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| Converge into violence
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| A victim of his token love
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| Oh all of your Saturdays
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| Could end up in woe
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| You hide behind curtains
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| And fall between floor
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| Just look at what you’ve become |