| If I was a fly
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| And I had a day left Ђ?til I died
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| I would lay down til tomorrow
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| You’re clipping my wings
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| I try to win you back with all my words that you know mean nothing
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| You could have believed in me And I saw a tear on a rose and I swept it off for you
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| As I gag on my guts Ђ?cause I’m watching you give up
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| I’m a tear in the clock as you walk away
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| I can almost taste the glaze on your lips
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| Smacking away into the night
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| They say at least he’s my friend
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| And he’ll treat you kindly in the end
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| Call me bitter but I’m brimming with hate for both of you
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| A film if playing in my head of you fornicating in his bed
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| The satin sheets are ruby red like your nails that scarred my back
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| And I saw a tear on a rose so I clipped it off for you
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| I’m a fly on a wall and I’m watching you give up
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| I’m a tear in the clock as you walk away
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| I can almost see a shade of your blue eyes
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| Fading away into the night
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| You never believed in me But I will believe in me Because now I take a match to the rose that I gave, my love, to you
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| Won’t forgive
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| Won’t forget
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| And the rage will lift me up
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| I hope you choke on his tongue
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| As I walk away I will not watch his hands as they deftly pull you away
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| Into the night |