| I can tell by your mood tonight
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| that you have something to confide.
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| You don’t want to tell me that’s fine,
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| we can just sit here and ramble.
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| Awkwardly jobs, school days, old friends, politics, nothing’s changed.
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| Mate, we’ve known each other
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| since we were kids but
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| some things I can’t forgive.
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| Sometimes love
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| just ain’t good enough.
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| Sometimes love
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| can take a little too much.
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| That shadow underneath her left eye
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| hidden with make up but on your mind.
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| Matches her blue-black tattoos, was I not supposed to see those?
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| You promised you’d changed but just look at her face,
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| don’t try to say that she fell.
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| So get up, right now, you can let yourself out, you can forget, you ever knew
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| me.
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| Sometimes love
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| Just ain’t good enough.
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| Sometimes love
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| can take a little too much.
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| Yes she came here last night to get away
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| Tell me what would you
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| If you in my place had to choose?
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| Maybe
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| Sometimes love
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| Sometimes love
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| Sometimes love
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| Sometimes love |