| The party went fine 'til you arrived
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| Felt a compulsion to leave my senses
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| I saw in your eyes, you thought that you were the great reason why
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| The moment you came you thought you’d butchered my evening
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| Well if I get drunk, well that’s all right
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| If I sleep on the floor all night
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| Don’t think that you’re the great reason why I’ve got my guts in a vice
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| Save your sympathetic gloats
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| I ain’t chain-smoking or drinking your toast
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| You ain’t the one that’s hurting me most, it’s me that’s all
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| First time I saw you in that cluttered room
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| I couldn’t have run for the world, oooooh
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| But don’t you see it was more than you and me Something else was on trial to be purged
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| Well if something could die in an afternoon
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| Anything else was eventually doomed —
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| Just a question of just how soon it concluded
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| Not trying to make you feel mean
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| Not wearing my heart on my sleeve
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| Just trying to make you see what wasn’t and what is Girls I’ve written poetry for before cease to exist
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| Your eyes just bleed before the sun
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| Love’s slashed her wrists
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| So I write of a girl from who knows where
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| With dark brown skin and Dürer's hair
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| Who knows what love, what hate, what lies beyond those saddened, violet eyes? |