| You smile
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| And there’s blood on your lips
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| Your hands show again
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| What your mouth has kissed
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| Now I know something
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| I did not know before
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| The thing that you’ve destroyed
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| Is a thing you liked me for
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| All those nights with my arse in your face
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| And your words in my dreams
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| Now I know what the value of ignorance means
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| The pain
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| In the sordidness
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| All the more choices
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| I thought you’d be the best
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| At least
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| I know something
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| About what’s good and what hurts
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| And I’m glad that I loath it
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| You would have fucked me up worse
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| All those nights with my arse in your face
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| And your words in my dreams
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| Now I know what the value of ignorance means
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| All those nights with my arse in your face
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| And your words in my dreams
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| Now I know what the value of ignorance means
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| Don’t you ever lie to me again
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| Because if you do
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| I will not be your friend |