| Dear Molly, my sweetheart
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| We’re coming undone at the seams
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| And all the dreams that we shared in the past
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| They’re not gonna last
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| They’re already half shattered and torn
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| Replaced by insufferable hatred and scorn
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| Well ya should’ve been warned
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| A long time before you let me through your door
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| Well from here on I’m not your concern
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| And you scent still remains in the bed where we lay
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| Where we promised each other we’d go to our graves
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| Having never betrayed or upset or dismayed
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| But ya threw all those promises away
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| And as soon as your gone, girl
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| I’m hitting the drink
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| I’ll get wasted and into my pit I will sink
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| But rejoice that for once
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| I’m not draggin' ya down with me too
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| ‘cause I was doin' alright ‘til the day I met you
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| So hold on to your pride
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| ‘cause I’m holding mine too
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| When I say that we’re neither to blame
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| And the sweet scent of you in the bed where we lay
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| Gets replaced by the stench of my drunken, decaying,
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| Festering, worthless and haggard old frame
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| And though I’m a fool, I won’t change.
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| Well ya knew this was comin' to ya one o' these days
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| There’s no hop for a wanker, so set in his ways
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| Did you really believe
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| That I’d stick this one out ‘til the end?
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| Well I’ve never beem more certain, Mol
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| And never more willing
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| To spend ev’ry last pissed up nightmare with you
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| ‘cause now that you’re gone, girl
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| I’m drinkin' for two
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| So let these bedsores become my reminder of you
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| Oh, dear Molly, a reminder we’re through,
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| And you scent still remains in the bed where we lay
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| But it will slowly succumb to my own bitterness and rage
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| As I try to kid myself that I’m better off this way
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| And though I’m a fool I won’t change
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| And though I’m a fool I won’t change |