| Times you wore angel eyes
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| But I picked out those lies
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| The cries of a sinner
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| Disguises are thinner when you’re closer
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| Times we were synchronized but I felt all those ties dissolve in the winter
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| Now I must begin again
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| To be frozen
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| So leave town, turn around
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| Don’t let those feet touch the ground
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| Turn tail, hit the trail
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| Spin the wheel and set the sails
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| 'Cos I don’t love
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| No I don’t love
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| No I don’t love
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| No I don’t love
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| You
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| You
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| You
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| You
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| These are the words of a woman scorned
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| Hell hath no fury and I still feel burned
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| If time is a healer then give me a day
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| So I can learn how to walk away
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| Time was you’d act so surprised
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| But I saw through those sighs, the time I was woken
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| And now you have spoken
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| I hear you loud and clear
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| Years before I realized, but now I’m old and wise
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| And you’re looking younger
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| But my heart is stronger, it goes on without you dear
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| So burn this town to the ground, what you lost is what I found
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| Now it’s mine to hold and keep, as you sow so you shall reap
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| Now I don’t love
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| No I don’t love
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| No I don’t love
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| No I don’t love
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| You
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| You
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| These are the words of a woman scorned
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| Hell hath no fury but I still feel burned
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| If time is a healer then give me day, so I can learn how to walk away
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| These are the words of a woman scorned
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| Hell hath no fury yet I still feel burned
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| These are the words of a woman scorned
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| Hell hath no fury but I still feel burned
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| If time is a healer then give me day, so I can learn how to walk away
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| These are the words of a woman scorned
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| Hell hath no fury yet I still feel burned
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| Can I be forgiven for losing my faith in me?
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| In me |