| One on the nose, one on the chin
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| You bruise so easy, so why stay with him?
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| He uses you just like a human punching bag
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| But you don’t complain, you’re too scared to speak
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| Anyway, it only really hurts you when you laugh
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| And when you eat
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| But you can’t break the pattern, week after week
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| The bruises show
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| But he must be special otherwise you’d just get up and go
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| You’ll never let us know
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| Exactly how you feel
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| What’s the use? |
| The cynics say it’s no excuse
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| You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse
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| You say it’s okay
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| But I say that it’s not right
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| You wind him up, but now you’re living in fear
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| You keep going back but it ends in tears, oh
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| That’s quite a cut on the side of your head
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| Is it from his fist, or did you really fall out of bed?
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| Oh, so uncouth
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| Excuse me, is this your tooth?
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| Why do you stay? |
| No one knows
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| Do you really love him, or are you too scared to go?
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| You’re always nervous and on the edge of tears
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| You cry alone
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| But you never tell us what it’s like when you get back home
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| No one will ever know
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| Because you never show
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| What’s the use? |
| Everyone says you’ve got no excuse
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| You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse
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| You say it’s okay
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| But I say that it’s not right
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| Oh, it’s your secret, it’s your life, who am I to criticize?
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| It takes two sides to know it’s true
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| And maybe, he’ll stay in love with you
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| No one will ever know
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| Because you never show |