| Been waiting to find
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| You could’ve been happier, given the time
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| If he’d make up his mind
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| You’d give yourself to anybody who would cross that line
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| And it was never a question
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| He was crowing for repair
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| You’d give him love and affection
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| But you couldn’t keep him there
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| Get over regret
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| While you were sleeping with angels
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| He was under the bed
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| And the more skin you shed
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| The more that the air in your throat will linger when you
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| Call him your friend
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| And it was never a question
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| He was crowing for repair
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| You’d give him love and affection
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| But you couldn’t keep him there
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| Staring at a cold little hand
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| Reading fault lines of a shell of a man
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| You were waiting for a word from above
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| Wouldn’t you know it, no answer ever did come
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| And it was never a question
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| You were crowing for repair
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| You’d give him love and affection
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| But you couldn’t keep him there |