| Here comes the misery, yeah
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| Coming back to make me pay, yeah
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| I wanted you haunting me, but not just yet
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| Give the memories time to blossom into regret
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| You come to my house, I don’t know what you’re talking about
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| I owe you nothing, I owe you nothing, you say you need friends or something
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| Just shut up, I’m feeling guilty, get away from me I’m thinking
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| No way this again
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| You come and stand and face me, you’re betrayed
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| Like I should say something or ask you to stay
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| And now you’re gonna go all girlie on me
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| You always left me wanting, now I want you to leave
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| You can talk about the things that you say you left behind
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| While you lead me down dark alleys in the ghettos of your mind
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| You’ve got that look on your face, that I could never comprehend anyway
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| Fuck you, waste my time
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| And tell me that you’re broken hearted now
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| A long way back to where you’ve been
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| You cry alone, martyrs alone
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| Here comes the misery, yeah
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| Coming back to make me pay, once again
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| I wanted you haunting me, but not just yet
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| You better go before I do something I regret
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| You can run, call the cops, cry your eyes out, give them the lot
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| You can say I marked your face, but you do these things to yourself anyway
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| I can never be with you, this is over, this is over, this is over, hey |