| She said, «Love, I don’t love you
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| I’ll tell you what you do
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| Get yourself a mirror
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| The glass won’t lie to you
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| Look into the mirror
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| I’ll tell you what you’ll see
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| Unhappy is the only happy that you’ll ever be»
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| Bottom of a bottle
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| Handful of the pills
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| No good letters for me
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| Just a basket full of bills
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| Would it kill you to put pen to paper
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| I’ve written a score
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| Unhappy is the only happy with me anymore
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| The fence has finally fallen
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| And the garden’s overgrown
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| I may still have the papers
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| But this house is not a home
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| I should burn it down and see if any living thing could grow
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| Unhappy is the only happy that I’ll ever know
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| She said, «Love, I don’t love you»
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| The words are still the same
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| Cannot trust my mind
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| But I see colors in your name
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| Without you in my arms, I’ll never be complete
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| Unhappy is the only happy that I’ll ever beShe said, «Love, I don’t love you
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| I’ll tell you what you do
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| Get yourself a mirror
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| The glass won’t lie to you
|
| Look into the mirror
|
| I’ll tell you what you’ll see
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| Unhappy is the only happy that you’ll ever be»
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| Bottom of a bottle
|
| Handful of the pills
|
| No good letters for me
|
| Just a basket full of bills
|
| Would it kill you to put pen to paper
|
| I’ve written a score
|
| Unhappy is the only happy with me anymore
|
| The fence has finally fallen
|
| And the garden’s overgrown
|
| I may still have the papers
|
| But this house is not a home
|
| I should burn it down and see if any living thing could grow
|
| Unhappy is the only happy that I’ll ever know
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| She said, «Love, I don’t love you»
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| The words are still the same
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| Cannot trust my mind
|
| But I see colors in your name
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| Without you in my arms, I’ll never be complete
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| Unhappy is the only happy that I’ll ever be |