| 3AM and you’re not home
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| And I can’t find the courage to call you
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| And you said you were working
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| So who am I to question your every move?
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| But I know you better than you
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| You’re coming home with an excuse
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| Giving me gifts, hiding the truth
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| But I see through it all
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| And I’ll pray that all of the flowers stop growing
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| So you’ll find another way of showing me your love
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| And I’ll wait for the sky to change colour
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| Rivers stop running
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| Maybe then you’ll change your love
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| Maybe then you’ll change your love
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| Who’s the bigger fool?
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| Is it me or is it you?
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| You fuck with my emotions
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| I try leaving you, but every time I do
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| You’ll go and buy me roses
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| Blue isn’t my color
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| But you painted me so carefully
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| My strength was too much for you
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| And I allowed you to make me so weak
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| But I know you better than you
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| You’re coming home with an excuse
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| Giving me gifts, hiding the truth
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| But I see through it all
|
| And I’ll pray that all of the flowers stop growing
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| So you’ll find another way of showing me your love
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| And I’ll wait for the sky to change colour
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| Rivers stop running
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| Maybe then you’ll change your love
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| Maybe then you’ll change your love
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| Who’s the bigger fool?
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| Is it me or is it you?
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| You fuck with my emotions
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| I try leaving you, but every time I do
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| You’ll go and buy me roses
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| Maybe then you’ll change your love
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| This one’s on me
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| The cycle repeats, baby
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| This one’s on me
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| This one’s on me
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| The cycle repeats, baby
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| This one’s on me
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| This one’s on me
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| The cycle repeats, baby
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| This one’s on me
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| This one’s on me
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| The cycle repeats, baby
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| This one’s for me
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| And I’ll pray that all of the flowers stop growing
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| So you’ll find another way of showing me your love
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| And I’ll wait for the sky to change colour
|
| Rivers stop running
|
| Maybe then you’ll change your love
|
| Maybe then you’ll change your love
|
| Who’s the bigger fool?
|
| Is it me or is it you?
|
| You fuck with my emotions
|
| Maybe then you’ll change your love
|
| I try leaving you, but every time I do
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| You’ll go and buy me roses
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| Maybe then you’ll change your love
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| I’ll pray that all of the flowers stop growing
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| So you’ll find another way of showing me your love |