| Blind on a ledge, not a thing, not a…
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| Road of broken heart, not a thing. |
| Not at at all.
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| You know…
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| Of things we hear, nothing’s there. |
| nothing.
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| She said «Why do you watch me?"said 'why?'
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| You know.
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| Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck. |
| But I… Care. |
| For You. |
| Said alright.
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| Could be a good excuse.
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| Full of love, just returned, just when.
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| You lied, it hurt and your pride… your pride.
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| Hurt. |
| Pride.
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| And it is… not a thing… not a… you. |
| It hurt. |
| Nothing. |
| And me. |
| It is…
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| these games. |
| are nothing.
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| Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck. |
| But I… But I… But I… But I…
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| But I don’t want you. |
| And don’t want me. |
| These. |
| games. |
| are nothing. |