| There were times we talked for hours
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| Of our love while summer flowers
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| Blossomed just outside the window where we lay.
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| Words of love came easy as the gentle evening breezes
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| Whispered that our love had lived another day.
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| Now the room is filled with hushes
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| As you move your silver brushes
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| From the dresser to the suitcase on the bed.
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| A stony wall of silence
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| Separates us into islands
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| Filled with echoes of the angry words we said.
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| It was just a lover’s quarrel
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| And it just got out of hand
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| The fury of a woman
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| Met the anger of a man
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| We spoke the two so bitterly that it turned into a lie
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| Is this any way for us to say goodbye?
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| We each demanded justice
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| Now the outline of the dusk
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| Is all that’s left where once your ivory mirror lay
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| Both hell bent for survival
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| Of our pride, love cannot rival
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| When the battle ends will anything be saved?
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| It was just a lover’s quarrel
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| And it just got out of hand
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| The fury of a woman
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| Met the anger of a man
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| We spoke the two so bitterly that it turned into a lie
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| Is this any way for us to say goodbye?
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| It was just a lover’s quarrel
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| And it just got out of hand
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| The fury of a woman
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| Met the anger of a man
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| We spoke the two so bitterly that it turned into a lie
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| Is this any way for us to say goodbye?
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| Is this anyway for us to say goodbye? |