| Well she calls me up when she’s broken
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| Says to leave my front door open
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| I come home to find her smoking
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| With her eyes all fragile and thin
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| She’s always been hopeless at hoping
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| Always coped badly with coping
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| And I never know when she’s joking
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| She never lets anyone in
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| I know i’m a fool to let her run away with my heart
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| She’ll never tire of these games
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| Loving her is like playing catch in the dark
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| I’m a tear drop in an ocean of flames
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| And we’ll drink too much for a Wednesday
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| She’ll ask me why none of her men stay
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| I tell her just what her friends say
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| It never goes down too well
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| And she’ll stay here til late in the evening
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| But she’s always arriving or leaving
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| She never decides to believe in
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| The people who know her so well
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| I know i’m a fool to let her run away with my heart
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| She’ll never tire of these games
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| Loving her is like playing catch in the dark
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| I’m a tear drop in an ocean of flames
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| She says if we’re single at 40
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| We’ll get married and move to the country
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| But i know she’ll never want me
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| Then its five fifteen in the morning
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| I reach for her whilst I’m yawning
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| She leaves me with no warning |