| I sent you candy and a dozen roses
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| I put my heart into a card three pages long
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| And now here I sit waiting getting over that Moses
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| For the answer I’ve been fearing all along.
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| Now I knew there were wicked women in the city
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| Who scattered shattered dreams like fools gold on the ground
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| I just didn’t know that they would be so heartbreak pretty
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| Or that one single icy laugh could cut me down.
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| Because I’ve always tried to keep my pride
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| There’s one last desperation measure I haven’t tried.
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| If I was to start crying, show my innermost feelings
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| If I was to break down on my bended knees and just plead my case.
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| Would it thaw your frozen heart a little?
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| Would you show some compassion?
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| Would you only feel pity and then compelled to turn me away.
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| Would you only feel pity and turn me away.
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| My walls catch all my anger
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| Your satin perfumed pillows catch my tears
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| Oh how I wish tonight that I could be that stranger
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| Whose hearing all your same old lies through brand new ears.
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| Because I’ve always tried to keep my pride
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| There’s one last desperation measure I haven’t tried.
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| If I was to start crying, show my innermost feelings
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| If I was to break down on my bended knees and just plead my case.
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| Would it thaw your frozen heart a little?
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| Would you show some compassion?
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| Would you only feel pity and then compelled to turn me away.
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| Would you only feel pity and turn me away.
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| Would you only feel pity and send me on my way. |