| 1095 days, I’ve walked such a bitter sweet road,
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| 1095 days, so long til’I see you again.
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| I’ve got 1500 Miles wearing itself across my face,
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| not even 1500 Miles of stitches can sew me together again.
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| I know how these things play out,
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| And I know how these things always end.
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| Maybe this was just a phase, maybe I was just a phase.
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| I play this game of chess and I’d set myself on fire for you.
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| The season’s babe they don’t change here,
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| They never have and they never will.
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| I’ve got 1500 miles
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| Of phone chord wrapping around my throat,
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| I’ve got 1000 golden daggers stabbing me in my soul.
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| On the receiving end of crying filled phone calls,
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| I didn’t know what to say or do.
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| Your words might as well have been drenched in blood,
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| If you leave yourself open you just get torn apart.
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| I’ve got 1500 miles of writing these words just for you,
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| Not even 1500 miles of phone chord can get me through to you.
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| I know how these things play out,
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| And I know how these things always end.
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| Your words might as well be drenched in blood,
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| If you leave yourself open you just get torn apart.
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| I play this game of chess and I’d make every move for you.
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| I play this game of chess
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| But tonight, tonight I’m stabbing all the queens.
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| All those nights in boca gardens, 1101 Commonwealth Avenue.
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| If I could let those nights take me I would and believe me,
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| If we were in the golden age you’d be my Katherine Hepburn
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| And I’d be your Spencer Tracy, you’d be my Katherine Hepburn.
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| And I’d endlessly burn for you, we’re just the ghosts of boca winds
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| «How I dearly wish I was not here.»
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| 1095 days, we’ve walked such a bitter sweet road,
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| 1095 days, so long til’I see you again.
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| I play this game of chess and I’d set myself on fire for you,
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| I play this game of chess, but tonight I’m stabbing all the queens. |