| You grew on me like a tumour
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| And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
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| And now you're in my heart
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| I should've cut you out back at the start
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| Now I'm afraid there's no cure for me
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| No dose of emotional chemotherapy
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| Can halt my pathetic decline
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| I should've had you removed back when you were benign
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| I picked you up like a virus
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| Like meningococcal meningitis
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| Now I can't feel my legs
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| When you're around I can't get out of bed
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| I've left it too late to risk an operation
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| I know there's no hope for a clean amputation
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| The successful removal of you
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| Would probably kill me too
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| You grew on me like carcinoma
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| Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma
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| Now I find it hard to see
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| This untreated dose of you has blinded me
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| I should've consulted my local physician
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| I'm stuck now forever with this tunnel vision
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| My periphery is screwed
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| Wherever I look now, all I see is you
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| When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow
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| But my armor was no match for your poison arrow
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| You are wedged inside my chest
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| If I tried to take you out now I might bleed to death
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| I'm feeling short of breath
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| You grew on me like a tumour
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| And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
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| I guess I never knew
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| How fast a little mole can grow on you |