| You’re on the phone, it’s four a. |
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| Your little life is in pieces again
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| The line breaks up but I hear you swear
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| I almost felt him lying there
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| And both of us know that it’s all gonna happen again
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| And both of us know that it’s all gonna happen again
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| And both of us try and pretend that it’s going to change
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| The stolen flowers at the foot of the stairs
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| A ripped up dress and a broken chair
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| An empty glass and a red-eyed child
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| The bitter prizes of a life gone wild
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| And both of us know that it’s all gonna happen again
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| And both of us try and pretend that it’s going to change
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| But some girls do, and some girls don’t
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| Some girls will, while some girls won’t
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| I don’t care what’s wrong, what’s right
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| You’re at the door, it’s six a. |
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| You’ve fallen into my life again
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| The suitcase is empty
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| You can’t tell me why
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| I drive you back to the rage again
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| And both of us know that it’s all gonna happen again
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| And both of us try and pretend that it’s going to change
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| While some girls do, some girls don’t
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| Some girls will, while some girls won’t
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| I don’t care who’s wrong, who’s right
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| Some girls do, some girls don’t
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| Some girls will, while some girls won’t
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| I don’t care what’s wrong, what’s right
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight
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| Some girls do, some girls don’t
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| Some girls will, while some girls won’t
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| I don’t care who’s wrong, who’s right
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| I heard a soul on fire tonight |