| I was fine with the men
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| Who would come into her life now and again
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| I was fine, cause I knew
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| That they didn’t really matter until you
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| I was fine when you came
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| And we fought like it was all some silly game
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| Over her, who she’d choose
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| After all those years, I never thought I’d lose
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| It’s over, isn’t it?
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| Isn’t it?
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| Isn’t it over?
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| It’s over, isn’t it?
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| Isn’t it?
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| Isn’t it over?
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| You won, and she chose you
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| And she loved you
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| And she’s gone
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| It’s over, isn’t it?
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| Why can’t I move on?
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| War and glory, reinvention
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| Fusion, freedom, her attention
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| Out in daylight, my potential
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| Bold, precise, experimental
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| Who am I now in this world without her?
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| Petty and dull, with the nerve to doubt her
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| What does it matter? |
| It’s already done
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| Now I’ve got to be there for her son
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| It’s over, isn’t it?
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| Isn’t it?
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| Isn’t it over?
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| It’s over, isn’t it?
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| Isn’t it?
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| Isn’t it over?
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| You won, and she chose you
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| And she loved you
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| And she’s gone
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| It’s over, isn’t it?
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| Why can’t I move on?
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| It’s over, isn’t it?
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| Why can’t I move on? |