| Tears how they burn in the pouring rain
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| It’s all that’s left, it’s all that’s left because
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| Said she don’t wanna talk to me no more
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| Said I can’t give her what she’s been looking for
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| There’s a longing within her eyes
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| Nobody’s here, but the fear’s still inside her
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| She always wants what she can’t afford
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| Walking away but while crawlin' for more
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| It’s perfection that we fantasize
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| Broken, naked and vulnerable
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| Wide open
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| You cut me open like before
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| Don’t wanna feel it
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| But you always wanna mess around
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| Don’t leave it open
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| Wide open like before
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| Don’t wanna feel it
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| But you’re always givin' that runaround
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| We’re always keeping score
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| Got a good look, but shots kept falling short
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| Real love’s not a bluff
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| One half-step you know that ain’t enough
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| We always want what we can’t afford
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| Walking away while we’re closing our door
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| For more imperfections that we can’t hide
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| Wide open, naked and vulnerable
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| Wide open
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| You cut me open like before
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| Don’t wanna feel it
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| But you always wanna mess around
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| Don’t leave it open
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| Wide open like before
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| Don’t wanna feel it
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| But you’re always givin' that runaround
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| Wide open
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| You cut me open like before
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| Don’t wanna feel it
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| But you always wanna mess around
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| Don’t leave it open
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| Wide open like before
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| Don’t wanna feel it
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| But you’re always givin' that runaround |