| Tell me why I can’t sing
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| about something that’s not you
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| tell me why you handcuffed me
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| to this black déjà vu
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| The only chance of hope I get
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| is wishing for the worse
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| the memories are a blessing
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| but they hurt just like a curse
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| You say you love me on Sunday
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| but next Friday you’re long gone
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| we’ll say we can’t even help it
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| cause our love moves on it’s own
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| You know I’ll still be here waiting
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| even though you’ve turned to stone
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| Saturday was a nightmare but Sunday
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| You came like a storm
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| And we will call love
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| the cliff we’re falling off
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| but why’d you push me to the sharks?
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| We’d face them together
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| while holding our hands
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| but instead they tore us apart
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| But I won’t let loose
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| for fucks sake I refuse
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| I swear that I won’t let this break
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| I know when you’re lying
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| I know what you’re trying
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| but you never thought this was fake
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| Did you?
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| Come and hold me close
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| until I recompose
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| Come and hold me close
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| until I recompose
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| You say you love me on Sunday
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| but next Friday you’re long gone
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| we’ll say we can’t even help it
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| cause our love moves on it’s own
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| You know I’ll still be here waiting
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| even though you’ve turned to stone
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| Saturday was a nightmare but Sunday
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| You came like a storm
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| The rain will freeze us
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| and the sun will burn us
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| The sun will freeze us
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| and the rain will burn us.
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| You say you love me on Sunday
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| but next Friday you’re long gone
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| we’ll say we can’t even help it
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| cause our love moves on it’s own
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| You know I’ll still be here waiting
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| even though you’ve turned to stone
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| Saturday was a nightmare but Sunday
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| You came like a storm
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| Like a storm
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| You’re gonne, you’re gonne
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| You’re gonne like a storm. |