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& Here you go again, |
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It takes a lonely heart to wish they were dead, |
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Are you going to help me runaway? |
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Don't play me like a toy, |
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She was so scared that she was going to lose him, |
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She didn't cry that night because of misery or shame, |
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& I guess when you really think about it, |
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For it wasn't the words that were said that tore them apart that night, |
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She squeezed his hand tighter and tighter, |
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The walls don't only hold the pain of you being gone, |