| It was far from a phase
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| That would hastily pass
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| Rapidly approaching
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| Critical mass
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| Her heart in my hands
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| My heart in the trash
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| Guess love never pays
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| When you’re all out of cash
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| She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel allright
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| I said: Sure, engrave me into history. |
| White on white
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| She said: If you are to be any worse, you’d have to be twins
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| I said: I’ll race you to recovery. |
| Last one wins
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| Stranger rhymes with danger
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| And knowing nothing would change her
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| I chose to let her be Just a stranger to me Every journey that I make
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| Paved with failures and mistakes
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| After she left, I missed what I lost
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| So I lost myself, not much of a cost
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| This dog won’t hunt
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| Never had a lot of will
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| Sure have had a lot of won’ts
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| Wonder if I ever will
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| Belong
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| She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel allright
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| I said: Sure, engrave me into history. |
| White on white
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| She said: If you are to be any worse, you’d have to be twins
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| I said: I’ll race you to recovery. |
| Last one wins
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| Why won’t you ever listen?
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| This dog won’t hunt! |