| You told me that you found her mirror
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| Broken on the kitchen floor
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| It was then that everything got clearer
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| You made your way to the back door
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| And you got the most terrible taste
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| On the tip of your terrible tongue
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| You said, «who am I, what have I done?»
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| Is there no place else you’d rather be?
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| No brighter lights you’d like to see?
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| Nobody noticed you fall asleep
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| The party is over, and you’re the last to leave
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| You told me you were feeling tired
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| When we walked into his hotel room
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| But minutes later, you were wired
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| Hanging out with you-know-who
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| And you were so naive
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| Thought I was oh, so green
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| But I know you and what you’ve done
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| Is there no place else you’d rather be?
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| No brighter lights you’d like to see?
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| Nobody noticed you fall asleep
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| The party is over, and you’re the last to leave
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| I told myself, «it's just a little fling
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| She’ll come around and come back to me.»
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| But it’s just as well, cause when we speak
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| It hurts like hell
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| Is there no place else you’d rather be?
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| No brighter lights you’d like to see?
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| Nobody noticed you fall asleep
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| The party is over, and you’re the last to leave
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| You’re the last to leave |