| It’s true, I’ll remember this night as when you finally cut me down
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| And I’ll remember this night as so avoidable
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| I’ll remember this night like I should have tried harder
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| But I’ll remember this night, as a revolution
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| it’s liberation, communication’s gone
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| You’ll be calling for me or yelling at me,
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| the two just seem so similar
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| I’ve been crossing oceans and killing tyrants
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| for a love that I can’t have
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| It’s true, I’m the best that you had and undeniably
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| You, used to be my best friend
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| But until our trials and tribulations, communications gone
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| You’ll be calling for me or yelling at me,
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| the two just seem so similar
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| I’ve been crossing oceans and killing tyrants
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| for a love that I can’t have
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| Did you know what I was invincible once
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| A rock head and a sharp metal tongue,
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| I cut many people when I was young
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| I remember when you used to be queen,
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| like something from a magazine
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| I got dirt in your limousine
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| I got dirt in your limousine, and that’s why
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| You’ll be calling for me or yelling at me,
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| the two just seem so similar
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| I’ve been crossing oceans and killing tyrants
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| for a love that I can’t have |