| I knew I couldn’t trust you back when we were kids.
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| You sold me out; |
| you ran and hid
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| from all your problems. |
| Can’t even face your friends,
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| your best friend.
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| You’re holding something in tonight
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| and I can tell you’re not alright.
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| Your poker face concealing
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| All the cards that you’re not dealing.
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| Cross your arms, avert your eyes;
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| you’re like a child ashamed to cry.
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| The words inside your head,
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| when I find out you’ll wish you said:
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| «I've let you down
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| so many times but I can’t ever tell you this,
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| there is no forgiving it.
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| I promised you I’d
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| always be there but that couldn’t be less true.
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| It’s the worst thing I could do.»
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| You’re gonna bet it all on black
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| and when it’s gone you’ll want it back.
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| 'Cause truth don’t mix with reason
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| and cheating’s the ultimate treason.
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| And I could see through you like glass,
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| slither around below the grass
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| Garden of Eden burning,
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| forbidden fruit you won’t discern it.
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| I’ve let you down
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| so many times but I can’t ever tell you this,
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| there is no forgiving it.
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| I promised you I’d
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| always be there but that couldn’t be less true.
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| It’s the worst thing I could do.
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| My loss, your gain,
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| it didn’t have to be this way.
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| Across your face,
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| it’s so legible.
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| Hold in the pain,
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| were better off this way.
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| We don’t abstain,
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| we’re better off this way.
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| Friends are in vain;
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| we’re better off this way.
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| Better off this way.
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| I knew I couldn’t trust you back when we were kids.
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| You sold me out; |
| you ran and hid
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| from all your problems. |
| Can’t even face your friends,
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| your best friend.
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| I’ve let you down
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| so many times but I can’t ever tell you this,
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| there is no forgiving it.
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| I promised you I’d
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| always be there but that couldn’t be less true.
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| It’s the worst thing I could do. |