| I’m pleading guilty with the Crown today
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| That’s all I got to say
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| I will not lie to you
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| I had to try my luck across the sea
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| Now we’re history
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| I’m saying goodbye to you
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| Yes, I’ve been a mess
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| With the pressure the stress
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| See ya never, I guess
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| Nevertheless, finding you I was blessed
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| Swear I’m trying my best
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| Lion inside of my chest
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| Trying to claw his way out
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| Crack my ribs, pop my lungs I don’t know if there’s a safe route
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| Now—we can cut this frayed rope
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| Or hope and wait us to fade
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| Babe— after how great the ups were
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| We can’t be living with love when it’s lost it’s luster
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| Frosted over, busted, exhausted, ruptured
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| Another couple who settled for less
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| We want something real
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| A relationship
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| Wanna feel
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| And quit chasing shit
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| Gimme a shield
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| Or she’ll break me quick
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| And we will never be the same again
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| I’m pleading guilty with the Crown today
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| That’s all I got to say
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| I will not lie to you
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| I had to try my luck across the sea
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| Now we’re history
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| I’m saying goodbye to you
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| All we’re seekin’s a person that we can cherish
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| I don’t think you really want a green card marriage
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| Nothing is fair but you’re caring and can’t bear it
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| A lot of people perished tonight in Paris
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| The planet is a mean is a motherfucker
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| You wanna scream but we gotta lean on each other
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| We suffer and pick ourselves up off of the floor
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| Your dad at stage four, what could I say to support?
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| Can we just quit each other
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| The way you did cigarettes?
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| Up and split, cold turkey, no regrets?
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| I’d even miss tasting the nicotine on your breath when we kiss
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| I’m not ready to say good bye to you yet
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| Like sayonara
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| I don’t know if I can try tomorrow
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| Am I supposed to say a hallelujah
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| Smile I knew ya
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| And go on my way?
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| Oh, yes Brittania
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| I surrender
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| Book me and toss the key
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| Oh, yes Brittania
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| I’ll remember your generosity
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| Oh, yes Brittania
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| Poison testers, princes and hooligans
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| Oh, yes Brittania
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| Loves a jester, and what a fool I’ve been |