| And cut like a razored thorn
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| Bitter air and the winds of spite
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| Like the cold of winter’s scorn
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| Leaves may fall on sleeping ground
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| But the wind sweeps them away
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| Like hurt lovers in the final round
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| What once was is now decayed
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| I can’t go on livin' alone now that you’re gone
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| A single strand of spider’s weave
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| Just dancin' in the sun
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| Please don’t turn around and leave
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| You are my only one
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| Compromise is made out of peace
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| But history’s made out of violence
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| After the war of the words has ceased
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| All that’s left is the deafenin' silence
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| I can’t go on livin' alone now that you’re gone
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| You done me wrong, so here’s your song
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| Now sing along, baby
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| Well, I know you know that you’re killin' me
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| But it’s worth it just to see you smile
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| Tell 'em to carve my name in the barstool, baby
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| You know I’m gonna be here a while
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| A single strand of spider’s weave
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| Just dancin' in the sun
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| Please don’t turn around and leave
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| You are my only one
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| I can’t go on livin' alone now that you’re gone
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| You done me wrong, so here’s your song
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| Now sing along |