| My fingers caress your face
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| You know there’s not much I’d rather do
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| Still, when I look into your eyes I know nothing’s right and we’re drowning in
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| regret
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| I thought that we were worth the fight
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| Months pass by and you’re giving up on me
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| So what’s it gonna be?
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| So what’s it gonna be?
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| So what’s it gonna be?
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| My fingers caress your face
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| You know there’s not much I’d rather do
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| Still, when I look into your eyes I know nothing’s right and we’re drowning in
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| regret
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| This cigarette, it lacks all taste
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| An ash in my eye would do
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| It would give me an excuse for all of these tears
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| They’ve got nothing to do with you
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| Why do your eyes tell stories of lies as your lips mouth «I love you»?
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| My hands on your face
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| So what’s it gonna be?
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| My fingers caress your face
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| You know there’s not much I’d rather do
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| Still, when I look into your eyes I know nothing’s right and we’re drowning in
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| regret
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| «I never loved you. |
| I never wanted this. |
| I’m better off on my own.»
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| When I wrapped you in pity your feet were still cold
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| When I bent over backwards my legs wouldn’t hold
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| All the weight on my shoulders means nothing in light of the vices I live with
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| and spend all my nights |