| Solitaire, such a fateful game
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| She turns her cards and writes her name on the napkin
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| Mow she turns another card
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| She dreams about the house and romance
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| He promised but wont deliver
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| She waits alone
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| With dried out hopes
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| And dormant phone
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| She waits for years
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| And fantasies melt
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| New ones appear
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| But they wont help
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| And again she catches him
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| Eye pulls away with light too dim
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| She calls his name and runs around
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| But he was faster
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| All alone in a bad part of town
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| She waits again
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| With dried out hopes
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| And things made for him
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| A little ride, a little fun was all
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| He held her tight, got tired and then let go The strain on her heart
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| She believed a lying blackheart
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| Painted with promises
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| Then he left her on the floor
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| With only the mirror to curse
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| «shouldve known better»
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| But how she cried… |