| Honey
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| Time you were on your way
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| The reason are clear as day
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| Don’t you start to cry
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| Some things
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| Are doomed from the very start
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| Always knew we were destined to part
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| But I pushed it aside
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| And it’s stupid
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| Took my eye off the ball a minute
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| I had no life the moment you were in it
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| You just swept me away
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| Now I’m standing
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| Here in the ruins of regret
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| I’m in pieces but I’m not dead yet
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| Now I got something to say
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| Just take your Prada and your Jimmy Choos
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| The war paint that covers your lines
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| Dumb magazines, you can stick 'em all
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| Right where the sun never shines
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| Honey
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| I know that the pain will pass
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| And the anger I’m feeling won’t last
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| More than a million days
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| Now it’s time you were on your way
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| I won’t miss when you moan and groan
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| And bitch 'bout all of your friends
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| Bite my lip while you change your mind
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| Over and over again
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| And now we’re at the end
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| Now it’s time to go
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| It’s time to go
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| Just take your Prada and your Jimmy Choos
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| The war paint that covers your lines
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| Dumb magazines, you can stick 'em all
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| Stick 'em ight where the sun never shines
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| Oh, don’t go bitching 'bout all of your friends
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| Won’t have to wait while you change your mind
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| Time and time again
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| Go on honey
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| You can call me
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| When you’re a million miles away
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| Not before that day |