| Another night with open eyes
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| Too late to sleep, too soon to rise
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| You’re short of breath, is it a heart attack?
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| Hot and feverish you face the fact
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| You’re in love and it feels like shame
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| Because she’s gone and made a fool of you in public again
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| You’re in love and it feels like pain
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| Because you know there’s too much truth in everything she claims
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| So ask yourself now, can you forgive her
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| If she wants you to?
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| Ask yourself, can you even deliver
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| What she demands of you?
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| You drift into the strangest dreams
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| Of youthful follies and changing teams
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| Admit you’re wrong, oh, no, not yet
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| Then you wake up and remember that you can’t forget
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| She’s made you some kind of laughin' stock
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| Because you dance to disco and you don’t like rock
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| She’d make fun of you and even in bed
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| Said, «She was gonna go and get herself a real man instead»
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| So ask yourself now, can you forgive her
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| If she begs you to?
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| Ask yourself, can you even deliver
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| What she demands of you?
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| Or do you want revenge?
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| But that’s childish, so childish
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| But that’s childish, so childish
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| Remember when you were more easily led
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| Behind the cricket pavilion and the bicycle she’d
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| Trembling as your dreams came true
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| You looked right into those blue eyes and knew
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| It was love and now you can’t pretend
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| You’ve forgotten all the promises of that first friend
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| It’s not enough, she knows how you feel
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| But she’s not prepared to share you with the memory
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| So ask yourself now, can you forgive her
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| If she begs you to?
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| Ask yourself, can you even deliver
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| What she demands of you?
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| Ask yourself now, can you forgive her
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| If she begs you to?
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| And ask yourself, can you even deliver
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| What she demands of you?
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| Or do you want revenge?
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| But that’s childish, so childish |