| I was too proud to call you that night
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| I couldn’t run, I know running gets old in a way
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| You sure know how to make or break a day
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| Well, you just fled the scene, so out of reach
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| You think a lot about yourself so much
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| For someone who relies on someone else’s trust
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| I cower to your touch, you think I’d be the one to let go
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| So carry on
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| Thrilling to know there is no control
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| She’s got the soul of a poet and the fire of a bullet
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| She is what she is, nothing less or unspoken
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| She don’t love you no more, she’s in love with her motive, yeah
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| This jealousy can’t hold me over
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| I can’t get mad, you know that anger gets all in your way
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| My jealous mind, it hates it but takes it
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| Those haunting memories are laced with secrets
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| Although I’m hard pressed and back from a fight
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| You think that this would end soon but it’s taking its time
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| Confusion it is such an all time bad written melody
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| Of course you’d sing, please carry on
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| Thrilling to know there is no control
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| She’s got the soul of a poet and the fire of a bullet
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| She is what she is, nothing less or unspoken
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| She don’t love you no more, she’s in love with her motive, yeah
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| Ask about her ways and her secret life
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| She’ll say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ask her if she thinks she can sleep at night
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| She’ll say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ask about her ways and her secret life
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| Ask her if she thinks she can sleep at night
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| Thrilling to know there is no control
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| She’s got the soul of a poet and the fire of a bullet
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| Thrilling to know there is no control
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| She’s got the soul of a poet and the fire of a bullet
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| She is what she is, nothing less or unspoken
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| She don’t love you no more, she’s in love with her motive, yeah
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| She’s in love, she’s in love
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| (She's in love, she’s in love)
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| She’s in love, she’s in love
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| (She's in love, she’s in love)
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| She’s in love, she don’t love you no more
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| She’s in love with her motive, yeah |