| He regrets having no regrets
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| And his long nights on the outside
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| Letting it slide
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| One more time
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| He can’t stand it when you talk to him in that voice that sounds like your
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| mother
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| He’s watching your mouth move
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| He turns words into white noise
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| He blocks you out
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| What do you want, what do you want to know?
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| The good decision
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| Never feels like the right time, girl
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| (What do you want, what do you want to know?)
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| You think he’s a liar
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| So save your sorrow
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| He wants to, want nothing
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| Nothing to do with the woman
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| Who fall in love with his lies, eyes
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| And you think that he listens
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| While you act like you are losing your mind
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| Over whatever truth you find to be a lie
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| As he fades out of the room, into his mind
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| What do you want, what do you want to know?
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| The good decision
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| Never feels like the right time, girl
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| (What do you want, what do you want to know?)
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| Think he’s a liar
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| So save your sorrow
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| Pick up the pieces of these words
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| Shattered across the floor
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| With careful hands
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| You know his words are sharp
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| And you can read the blood
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| You can read the blood
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| You can read the blood
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| You can read the blood
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| (What do you want, what do you want to know?)
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| You can read the blood
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| Spells out everything about one man
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| Who he is and where he’s been
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| You watch his eyes ten thousand times
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| But you don’t see
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| Maybe you’re wrong |