| Here I stand, faceless name… Broken heart with myself to blame.
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| No one’s left, she’s gone away, Leaving no shame.
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| But it’s too late to turn back now!
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| It’s too late to say 'I'm sorry!'
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| And it’s too late for what you’ve become.
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| My friend, it’s too late for you…
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| (whisper) All… on… my…
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| So you’re back, unpleasant surprise.
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| Broken and bruised with excuses and lies,
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| Begging me to battle your wars. |
| It’s too bad I’ve moved on.
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| But it’s too late to turn back now!
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| It’s too late to say 'I'm sorry!'
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| And it’s too late for what you’ve become.
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| My friend, it’s too late for you…
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| All on my own and now I see,
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| What you meant by 'the best for me':
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| My life without you!
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| But it’s too late to turn back now.
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| It’s too late to say 'I'm sorry!'
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| And it’s too late for what you’ve become.
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| My friend, it’s too late for you!
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| (scream) All… On… My… Own! |