| You’re sorry, said you want me back, one thing I’m asking you
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| You’re staring in the mirror while it’s staring back at you
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| You asked me why I’m leaving, going on the western wind
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| You know you’re best believing, I won’t be back again
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| Won’t be back again
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| You think I’ve turned to cheating, and you’re looking for the proof
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| You can’t handle the truth
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| Say your one last story, cause I’m headed out the door
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| I don’t want to hear it, I’ve heard it all before
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| I’m giving up on loving you, you’re the done the same
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| Somehow you’ve convinced yourself that I’m the one to blame
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| I’m the one to blame
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| You think I’ve turned to cheating, and you’re looking for the proof
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| You can’t handle the truth
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| Out all night running round, oh, to half past three
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| Take a long look at the shelf before you look at me
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| You think you’ve got a reason to even up the score
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| You better get acquainted with the slamming of the door
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| Slamming of the door
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| You think I’ve turned to cheating, and you’re looking for the proof
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| You can’t handle the truth |