| Maybe I was reckless, pretending not to see
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| Those bitter storms of heartache slowly closing in on me
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| I couldn’t help but wonder as I heard you slam the door
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| If this is what it felt like all those times I left before
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| When it comes to me and you
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| It’s so hard to face the truth
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| Maybe it’s just my turn
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| To feel the tables spin
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| And finally get a taste of
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| My own medicine
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| Maybe it’s a blessing
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| Maybe it’s a curse
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| Maybe it’s the lesson
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| Nobody wants to have to learn
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| Maybe it’s just my turn
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| I’ve done some things that I ain’t proud of
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| Done some things that I regret
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| And the more I think about it all the more it all makes sense
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| Ain’t no use it trying to cover up my trace
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| 'Cause once you face the fire you started there ain’t no going back
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| When it comes to me and you
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| Maybe it’s just my turn
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| To feel the tables spin
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| Finally get a taste of
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| My own medicine
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| Maybe it’s a blessing
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| Maybe it’s a curse
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| Maybe it’s the lesson
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| Nobody wants to have to learn
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| Maybe it’s just my turn
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| Maybe it’s just my turn
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| When it comes to me and you
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| I don’t wanna face the truth
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| But maybe it’s just my turn
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| To feel the tables spin
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| Finally get a taste of
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| My own medicine
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| Maybe it’s a blessing
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| Maybe it’s a curse
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| Maybe it’s the lesson
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| Nobody wants to have to learn
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| Maybe it’s just my turn
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| Maybe it’s just my turn |