Chorus:
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Whatever happens, I will pity you,
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My vest has been soaking up your tears for so many years.
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And I will not stop secretly hurting you,
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Continuing this endless ballet.
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Whatever happens, I will pity you,
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My vest has been soaking up your tears for so many years.
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And I will not stop secretly hurting you,
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Continuing this endless ballet.
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I would not say that I am pleased to hear it,
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But it just so happened - and you again pour out your soul to me.
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You obviously need me, you need me in a friendly way,
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While butterflies are circling in my stomach.
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But this world is probably drawn differently
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And that's why my person is in the friend zone again.
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There is no reason in this form of relationship,
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But I found it, and now, I'm pummeling myself in a new way.
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I do not regret that now I am only a man,
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Who do you call at two in the morning.
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I'll tell you that time heals;
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I’ll bite my hand harder, it doesn’t hurt very much.
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I do not regret that now I am only a man,
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Who do you call at two in the morning.
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I'll tell you that time heals;
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I bite my hand harder.
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Chorus:
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Whatever happens, I will pity you,
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My vest has been soaking up your tears for so many years.
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And I will not stop secretly hurting you,
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Continuing this endless ballet.
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Whatever happens, I will pity you,
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My vest has been soaking up your tears for so many years.
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And I will not stop secretly hurting you,
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Continuing this endless ballet.
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Now run, come on, to your own, this, as it were, a friend.
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It's funny, because he hides his cowardice so carefully.
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Behind the bathroom he holds your hair, your loser -
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While you bring out what you threw at the club because of me.
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But I, scolding people like you, changed, change and will change!
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People like you, two-faced rose-glass dolls.
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Probably, the demon beguiled me, purely for the sake of glasses.
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To put in place all the pacifiers, like you!
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The ranks will not thin out from this compassionate emptiness.
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And no matter how rude it may seem -
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Now run, come on, to your own, this, as it were, a friend.
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Doubly funny - you don't need him, you - to me.
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Now you, too, by the way, ended up in it -
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In this cesspool of contempt, evil and shame!
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Baby, welcome to the friendzone.
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Chorus:
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Whatever happens, I will pity you,
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My vest has been soaking up your tears for so many years.
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And I will not stop secretly hurting you,
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Continuing this endless ballet.
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Whatever happens, I will pity you,
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My vest has been soaking up your tears for so many years.
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And I will not stop secretly hurting you,
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Continuing this endless ballet.
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Whatever happens, I will pity you,
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My vest has been soaking up your tears for so many years.
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And I will not stop secretly hurting you,
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Continuing this endless ballet.
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Whatever happens, I will pity you,
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My vest has been soaking up your tears for so many years.
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And I will not stop secretly hurting you,
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Continuing this endless ballet.
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February, 2015. |