| You’re time-wasting again
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| Biting your nails like you were sixteen
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| Putting up your little walls
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| When emotion’s around
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| Leave your little heart
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| In the lost and found
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| Your friends would die laughing
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| If they saw you this way
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| Even though they cry the same tears every day
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| Where was your heart
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| When you needed it most?
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| Hand in hand with your innocence
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| Gave up the ghost
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| But it doesn’t do to tell
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| You’re at your best
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| When you’re living hell
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| Just put on your hard face
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| You know you do that so well
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| Thank god you wore
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| Your waterproof make-up today
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| And who gives a damn about him anyway?
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| To him you’re a body
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| And to hell with the mind
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| But you get the same stick from his type all the time
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| Just a couple of drinks
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| And they’ve got you tonight
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| And you know the sad thing
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| Is that they’re often right
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| Where was your heart
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| When you needed it most?
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| Hand in hand with your innocence
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| Gave up the ghost
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| They take hold of your heart
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| And they spit it right out
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| Make a show of their conquest
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| When their friends are about
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| Your ego deflated
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| You gave up the fight
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| And became the good-time-had-by-all-every-night
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| And where was your heart
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| When you needed it most?
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| Hand in hand with your innocence
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| Gave up the ghost
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| No comfort of beds
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| Or the softness of sheets
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| Just the back of a car
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| Sprawled across the back seats
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| And he’ll just not give up
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| And he’s messed up your head
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| A dish in the disco
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| But a pig in the bed
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| So you build up a false love affair anyway
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| Photocopy soap opera stories all day
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| Where it all ends up fine
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| And it all ends in church
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| And the girl looks like you
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| And she never really gets hurt
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| And where was your heart
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| When you needed it most?
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| Hand in hand with your innocence
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| Gave up the ghost |