| Started out as a local love
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| Nothing really physical
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| I fell, nice and clean, the way you portrayed yourself to me
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| Through that screen, I wanted to believe everything
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| And then this local love went beyond the insular
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| You took me for an 8-year ride though you were never by my side
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| I always wanted to believe
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| Now this is what I’m questioning
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| As if you couldn’t tell, I’m mad as hell
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| I won’t forget, so why should I forgive?
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| Supply me with one reason why, boy?
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| The war rolled on and on, I left that land my home
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| We watched your hair go grey, that stressful manly shade
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| You wore it well, no one could tell the situation was hell
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| But lies shone in your eyes
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| As you were the first in line to use those bugs up high
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| The coward’s weapon of choice
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| But you got that winner’s smile
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| And you know how to leave ‘em moist
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| We can never know the hands we’re in, until we feel them grip
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| Choking off our air supply, but I don’t cry
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| Every day I look, every day I see
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| That good war music still getting written for me
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| As if you couldn’t tell, I’m mad as hell
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| I won’t forget, so why should I forgive?
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| No, not as long as we both shall live
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| As if you couldn’t tell, I’m mad as hell
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| I won’t forget, so why should I forgive?
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| No, not as long as we both shall live
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| These vital lies just don’t come in my size |