| He hasn’t spoken to me in a week
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| He’s getting bitter
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| I think maybe he doesn’t love me
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| Enough to fight another round
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| Little does he know
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| I’ll be waiting here just to be found
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| When you call her will you tell her my name?
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| When you come back you won’t come back the same way
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| When is enough, enough?
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| She never wanted very much she just wanted to be loved
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| Yeah, your wound is fading
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| But your ultimatum
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| It still stands
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| As I push through elevator doors
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| It’s like ascending with the devil up to heavenly floors
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| He cheated her so many times
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| Well, she’s not lying in the shell that she has left behind
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| When you call her will you tell her my name?
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| When you come back you won’t come back the same way
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| When is enough, enough?
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| She never wanted very much she just wanted to be loved
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| Yeah, your wound is fading
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| But your ultimatum
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| It still stands
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| It’s not enough
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| She never wanted very much
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| Yeah, your wound is fading
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| But your ultimatum still stands
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| She is a saint
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| She is a saint
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| She is a saint
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| She is a saint
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| She is a saint
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| She is a saint
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| They used to say she was a saint
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| Where’s the sense in keeping me around
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| When all you do is try to push me into the ground
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| No I won’t haunt you
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| Where’s the sense in keeping me around
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| When all you do is try to put me into the ground
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| No I won’t haunt you
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| When is enough, enough?
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| She never wanted very much she just wanted to be loved
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| Yeah, your wound is fading
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| But your ultimatum
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| It still stands
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| It’s not enough
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| She never wanted very much
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| Yeah, your wound is fading
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| But your ultimatum still stands |